An Anniversary…
Today was one of those astonishingly perfect days that you store in your memory banks for the darker, less special days of life…
Today was one of those astonishingly perfect days that you store in your memory banks for the darker, less special days of life…
Today I had the choice of attending a literary festival in the north of our island
or attending our annual district agricultural show in the south of the island…
One of the things I was most afraid of losing from my life after the vestibular ‘event’ that I suffered four months ago and for which I am still having treatment, was my time away in our boat.
As I move through the treatment, one of the maxims they expound is to ‘test your balance and your brain plasticity by doing all that you did before’…
Cold Christmases? Snow? Robins sitting on a yuletide log whilst carollers sing with lighted lanterns?
It’s such a perfect picture and one that I grew up with courtesy of books, Christmas cards and fledgling TV programmes.
I remember at primary school when we made our own Christmas cards and I couldn’t WAIT to get hold of the glitter to sprinkle around because the glitter would be the winterlight dancing off the snowflakes that I was contriving to design.
But our reality here in Australia is really so very different…
One of the reviews of Tobias states…’good accurate sailing terminology.’
And it prompted me to think that my grandfather and my father would not have been best pleased if I hadn’t used the correct terms…
Street libraries have become the libraries of the day as shortsighted governments close down libraries or shorten the operating hours.
The first one I ever heard of was when writer SJA Turney told me about the red phone box in the village of Kirklington, North Yorks and which was filled with books…
After that I noticed every country seemed to have their version.
And on the radio the other day, I heard about the Liverpool Street Library in Hobart and thought ‘Oh good, Hobart’s catching up!’
Imagine the surprise then, when driving down a coast road, I spotted this! The Retro Library!
Of course it required investigation and I found a great selection of books and magazines.
It has a window with a view over the beach too.
And a seat to sit and read in between gazing at the view.
I suspect the owners of the Retro bus stop sign have built the Retro library and I say more power to their foresight!
May it please many readers through this summer.
One of my favourite walks is not far from House – perhaps two or three kilometres. I get my husband to drop the dog and I off along the coast and I walk back along the shore, over white sand and rocks, past beach cottages locked up until the next long weekend or Christmas…
Sometimes I need solitude.
Sometimes I need the ocean like some people need chocolate.
This is one of those weeks…
Once upon a time there was a Jack Russell.
He was born at a well-known JRT kennels but he had no aspirations to be a show-dog.
He just wanted to have fun…