Everything is slightly out of kilter for me on the Pacific west coast.
It is the mornings that are misty here. The sun rises – in the east, like it always does – behind the hills and as it creeps upwards light spills in luminous sheets and shafts through gaps and fissures in the ranges, silver [...]
I woke up to the sound of kookaburras and currawongs this morning. I’d forgotten such creatures even existed. No, that’s not really true, I remembered kookaburras but not the currawongs.
Another thing: I never realised how Australian Australia looked. Black bitumen roads and foot paths, shorts, singlets and bare feet, frangipanis and bougainvillea, buffalo grass lawns [...]