Bird song. The starlings (as opposed to swallows as I say in the video) have invaded the downtown park here in Gympie rural Queensland in the trillions! What an amazing cacophony. 😋🕊🦅 And a kind of bird-opera for the eyes and ears. It’s almost deafening the sound. And the sight of this apparently-called murmuration’ of starlings – which strikes me as odd given the enormous sound (no murmur at all) – is mesmerising. Bring on the bird life. Continue reading
The truth is I am an irredeemable hill seeker! Wherever I go in the world, I seek out hills. Home is where the hills are. And the hills are in Hobart. Hobart like Rome has seven hills, and that is where the similarities end. Beyond the city, the river is pleated with dozens and dozens of hills. Some are very steep. So from mum’s in West Hobart, to brother Simon’s in Blackmans Bay, here I am again scaling hill upon hill … in the pursuit of exercise, health, fresh air, the outdoors – and most of all my eternal pursuit, of movement. Continue reading
As I was walking down one of my favourite places in the world tonight – from Blowhole Road towards Blackmans Bay Beach at sunset, I came across the saddest most poignant poem and trubute to a young girl who had died there earlier in the year (Maggie Lore by ‘Jack Buzelin Taroona poet”). Again I was reminded just how fragile life is. Carpe diem. And rest in peace – or fly high like an angel – Maggie.