Where did the past seven weeks go? As my holiday in Australia comes to a close, and I try to accept returning to wintery, grey France, I thought I'd pen a few random thoughts and pics on my adored homeland.
Morning walks on Corrimal beach with the crowd:
The scruffy man throwing a ball for his scruffy dog, a green parrot perched on a red and white checked tea towel draped over his shoulders. The fisherman standing for hours on the shoreline and never catching a thing, his wife reading her Kindle under the parasol.
The army of dog-walkers on the dog-friendly part of the beach, the smiley mutts speeding along the sand after balls, breakers dumping them onto the shore.
Mums jogging behind 4x4 wheel strollers.
Sand Happy Xmas Christmas card:
Pelicans perched on the lampost by Towradgi pool crapping on my book, my thongs and my towel!
Blue bottle stingers bobbing ominously on waves:
BBQ antics with long-time friends the lovely Vanderspuys:
Afternoon with Mathilde Perrat and Anton Vanderspuy at Kiama blowhole:
Catching up with family. Lunch with Mum and Dad:
Matching beach accessories:
Pink parrots pecking:
Interview and photo session on the rocks at the lighthouse, in skimpy dress and ungainly high heels for the Illawarra Mercury who are kindly doing a piece on Spirit of Lost Angels on Feb 10th.:
New Year's Eve with Jean-Yves, Camille, Marcel and Tonia, down at North Beach, watching fireworks over Belmore Basin:
And more... so much more. If only it would never end, but my cat, and my third novel, beckon from across the wings of Cathay Pacific.