This last week we have settled in at Glen Mervyn Dam near
Collie to rest and relax before continuing on our great adventure. It is
tranquil, isolated and free. The Marri trees hold a glut of gorgeous birds
including black cockatoos and other colourful parrots. Beguiling ducks beg for
food like small dogs pleading for treats.
Michael has been fishing and kayaking whilst I am getting
over my first cold of the year. The air is crisp and sky overcast much like it
is most of the time in England. I suspect winter will be upon us before we know
it. Meantime the grey sky deepens and the trees take on a mysterious guise that
beckons one to step a little closer and experience its miracle.
Today Michael is baking bread while I am writing this update
for you all. Yes, I know, it might seem odd to many but Michael always makes
bread when we caravan. He also cooks full meals on the barbie and generally becomes
an outdoors woods man whenever he is away from home. I think it is something to
do with survival instincts and concentrating on the now. It is hard to do that
when living in an urban environment. Hunting and gathering is the nom de plume
of the male species after all. 
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