On the eve of our trip a lovely walk along the foreshore to Curtis Bay, through the bush up to the Country Club along the fairways. Soaking up home before we leave. Constant noise of the gentle waves on the beach. The seaweed brought in by recent swells, the smell of the salt water, quiet streets as the town heads into winter, eucalypt leaves plucked to use as a bookmark on our travels. A quiet pensive moment sitting on the rocks at Curtis Bay watching the ocean perform its never ending dance. The bush, the beautiful bush of Meelup Park, the kangaroos quietly picking at green shoots on the bare fairways of the golf club – heads up for a casual look at us as we walk past. The kids having their tennis lesson at the courts, coach calling out ‘next week we’re doing a backhand slice’. Grab some change from home to pop into the bar for a quick drink with the locals. Talk of travels been and travels to come. So many head off at this time – to the warmer north, to Europe, hiding from winter rains and enjoying the freedom of being able to explore the world. Back home to empty the fridge, sort the final technology bits, make final phone calls to family and friends. Stay tuned we fly tomorrow.
Autumn, May the first showers, the morning mists, cooling temperatures, winter approaching. Day after day the spiders repair and rebuild their webs. When fog is thick in front of you, the air is still and heavy look at the wonder of the dew drops on their delicate webs. The bush becomes a fairy land of spider threads until the clouds lift, the sun shines again and once again they are invisible.
In memory on this day – ANZAC day and the birthday of my dad Bill Stukely AKA Major Jaroslav Stuchlý. Born in 1913. Caught in European conflict and served in the Czechoslovak army, Intelligence section of Ministry of National Defense, Graduate of the War University and teacher at the Military Academy in Hranice, participated in the Western resistance during WWII. After the war Joined CIO in London and later headed the CIO branch in Frankfurt and Klagenfurt. Left the turmoil for good in 1954 and found peace in rural Western Australia. A story to be told. RIP dearest dad xxx.
A drive around the backroads always reveals some treasures. See my Water and Land page for more mailboxes. Usually standing crooked, all shapes and sizes, recycled and rough. A collection sometimes gathered at a junction in the roads showing a point at which the mailman does not go past. The still vital link despite technology, and the excitement of the walk or drive to ‘check the mailbox’.
Dunsborough autumn evening. Tonight after a hard day in the winery it was time for a walk to the waterfront and a quiet glass of rosé . The dappled clouds in the west created a blazing red sunset whilst the pink and mauve colours and the calm waters in Geographe Bay created this beautiful twilight. Swimmers still enjoying the water, a dolphin cruising past outside the shark net, late boats returning from their fishing trips, children chasing crabs in the rocks below. A pretty special place to end the day.
This wonderful collection of farm trucks is resting in a paddock on the way to Boyup Brook. How many of you have seen these. I love them.
Smith’s Beach WA. Walk amongst the surfers on a Sunday afternoon.