An expat Brit in South Australia
Some hae feet but hae nae beach And some wi’ beach cannae walk it But we hae feet an’ we hae beach Sae let the lord be thankit. Burns Night on 25th January fell just too close to Australia Day, so Adelaide’s Scottish pub, the Rob Roy, celebrated it a week later. This also coincided
“Don’t be ridiculous!” My friend had just told me he was thinking of getting married in four days time. On the beach. And I was to be a witness.
An invisible suitcase of dreams. Australia Day began cool, cloudy and not beachy, or summery at all, but that did not dampen the spirits of the new citizens, their supporters or the other hundreds of people who turned up at Glenelg Beach for the Australia Day Ceremony. We’ve heard of this day’s overly nationalistic xenophobic
Dr D in Oz 