I have moments when a part of me aches for the pure, innocent days of my childhood. Days when the best thing that happened was walking to the corner store with twenty cents to buy a bag of mixed lollies.
I have been M.I.A for the past week. It wasn’t planned or scheduled, it just happened.
We spent five days visiting Sydney and having the best time. Days were spent wandering, beaching, exploring, shopping and taking in the splendid sites of Sydney harbour.
Sometimes I wonder where it comes from, this compulsion to write. I know it’s always been there, sometimes pushed aside for long periods of time but it is always there. Now that I am focused on writing it has been like turning on a tap with a faulty washer.
What a week! The lead up to a holiday or long weekend always feels pretty full on, probably because you still have to fit a whole week into the shorter available time frame. But we made it. Here I sit nestled in our caravan, the noise of holiday makers mingling outside in the park and … Read more