Perhaps I'm spending too much time on my own lately, but I've had a very strange week. As this blog sets out to be as much about my personal journey as my physical one, I'll tell you about it.

In many places the trees meet over the road. this photo has not been enhanced in anyway, it really is this green.
In many places the trees meet over the road. I would love to have taken a picture, but of course I couldn't stop. This photo has not been enhanced in anyway, it really is this green.

On Sunday afternoon I was washing up and idly staring out the window - as one does when faced with boring, repetitive jobs that have to be done - and saw a small plane flying across the face of Mt. Leinster. Now Mt. Leinster is not really all that high - around 800m - and taking into account the position of the house, the plane had to be flying very low. ...continue reading "Loss & Leaving"


I've no idea where I'll be next Wednesday, 10th December 2014. Probably somewhere in the south western corner of Western Australia, but I can't be more precise than that. A traveler I knew once told me that when he gets close to leaving a place, he leaves emotionally long before he walks out the door. I'm feeling that now, as though I've sent a part of me on ahead to be a forward scout. It hasn't reported back yet though, so I still have little idea what to expect.

However, there are some goodbyes still to be said.

When I first arrived in Perth just over a year ago I knew no-one, so I joined Meetup and enrolled in various groups - movies, eating out, live music and, of course, writing. To my everlasting delight I discovered The Victoria Park Writers' Group. (In my innocence I thought that, being a big city, every suburb had its writers' group! No, I just happened to live in the right suburb.)

My first meetings were held in the local Arts Centre, in a back room which also hosted the coffee machine. We had a (very noisy) acting group on one side, and a sculpting class on the other. As the actors' demands on the coffee machine increased, we moved out to a veranda connecting two buildings, and offended the sculpting teacher highly one evening when we accidentally turned off all the lights in her classroom.  ...continue reading "The Last Post – from Perth, that is!"