The plane climbs through the sky... The last of nine plane journeys in the last month... Out of my window I see a full moon in the sky. Watch the meandering route of lights below. Veering to the right, the plane turns, Scotland bound... Finally heading home after a very busy six weeks, granted a … Continue reading A Last Word on Australia…
Beach
“And precious as the tear as that rain from the sky, which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea…”
A quote, so spoken by Thomas Moore which sits on a memorial in honour of the contribution of women to the pearling industry. For Broome is well known for its pearling industry. An industry using so many Asian workers they gained an exclusion from the 1901 Immigration Restriction Act. Many pearl shops fill the town … Continue reading “And precious as the tear as that rain from the sky, which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea…”
Captain Robert James Meade
Today, I woke up in a pretty unhappy mood. Unsure of a direction, my head was battling between logic and reason or whether a change would be good... Having had this feeling a couple of times previously on my travels, I decided the first thing to do was to fuel up on nutrition and buy … Continue reading Captain Robert James Meade
Travel Theme: Simplicity
With a new travel theme of 'simplicity' and some time to look at my many photos, finding a variety of shots spanning Australia, this is my take on the theme. A contrast of little and large, taken on Stradbroke Island in Queensland, this day is one of my favourites in Australia. This was an unwelcome … Continue reading Travel Theme: Simplicity
Inspiration at Sunset in Mindil
Bag fixed. Check. Clothes left and rucksack packed better. Check. Still as heavy. Check. Leaving Darwin with significantly more mozzie bites than I arrived with. Check. Achieving nearly everything I wanted to achieve in the five day window I gave myself (save for putting photos on fb... Sorry Tassie companions, I wish I'd brought a … Continue reading Inspiration at Sunset in Mindil
Sand
Sand encasing my legs, it comforts me. My flip flops off, I dig my feet into the sand. I make a shape in the sand. Alone on the beach, I watch the sunset. I stay until it is dark. Sailing ships, sitting dogs, a lone backpacker walks the edge of the water. This makes me … Continue reading Sand
Scottish Footprints 