Whitsunday Waterfront Apartments
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... Whitsundays, been to a couple of local beaches, been out to breakfast, cleaned and repacked the van ready for the trip home, made a dent in the next bottle of Baileys, and learnt a new card game. We were nearly able to add that we had eaten mud crabs to the list, the boys put their nets out up some muddy, croc infested river, but they were pilfered ...
The Brachychiton standing proud
its yellow-grey trunk elephantine
illuminated in the late afternoon sunlight,
leafless, statuesque upon a
small rocky crag between two bays
its bottom branches oddly low
and horizontal just above
it's stony footing.
And at each tip of smallest branchlets
... a sighting nevertheless. You will see a photograph of "oh my god hill!' This was the name of a hill we went over that was so steep up and over the rise, it was like being on a roller coaster and we all said "oh my god"..Sure enough there was a sign at the top to this effect.
We were supposed to barbecue again tonight but the management have removed the offending device. So we cooked in the apartment and had to disconnect the smoke ...
... because I am feeling slightly vulnerable and also perhaps there really is some link between what she is saying and the fact that I am having computer problems, such that we are already on Day 3 or 4 of what is turning into a whole string of computer-related issues.'I am not going to do anything right now. I am going to wait till the Bigpond Security guy finishes what he is doing' ( and here I cant remember if I actually SAID this or ...
... one of those favorite little places of observation...and a poem slowly emerges....
The wooded,tangled, muted palette of yellow grasses grey-green leafage and blackened tree trunks.
Above, the stuttered daubing of clouds adrift, a full tide lapping on the shoreline.
On sloping hillside of donkey saplings, deep grooved car tracks.
And I walk with sticks for casting to dog in water, swimming ...