On the night of my birthday there was a massive storm, the strongest winds recorded for a long time. Today the sun was out, the tide was out and the Sunday walkers were out. The beach which last week was pristine and regular as sandpaper, was awash with detritus from the ocean: rocks, shells, seaweed,
Category: ex-pat
Whisked away by cab from stormy shores to Hindley Street, Adelaide’s notorious red light area. Where was she taking me? To the gastronomic mini-precinct of Leigh Street. First stop, cava and pinxtos (Basque tapas) at Udaberri. Sitting by the window, we could be in another city, Madrid in winter, or Melbourne in any season. Then
My favourite number. The combination of the three and the one and in that order makes me happy. It’s my birthdate. This is my first Southern Hemisphere birthday. In all my (more than I care to admit) years and to my (not as sharp as it was) memory, it has only once rained on 31st