I haven’t posted for over two weeks. I’ve been away in Australia, and although the intention was there, I didn’t do it. I have no excuses apart from I had a lot of fun. I was with some of my family, who I hadn’t seen for three years, and we just didn’t stop.
When I now look at the image of Sydney Harbour Bridge, towering over the large, natural harbour and the city, I can’t believe that five years ago I went on an organised climb over the top of it. I shudder at the thought.
We spent a few days in Tasmania, an island of the south of Australia. A gem of an island where you can drive for hundreds of miles without seeing a person or a gas station: a problem if you don’t know about it! It’s a stunningly beautiful island, unspoilt, and is the provider of much of Australia’s food. Just about everything that comes from there is good – meat and fish, whisky and wine, fruit and vegetable – and I sampled most of it! The many varied restaurants and bars use only locally produced ingredients. You can walk for hours on many of the empty beaches, dip your feet in the clear, clean water, and scuff your feet through the soft, golden sands.
Back to work next week. I need to crack on with The Tired Assassin – sixteen chapters are up on Wattpad – and write a new short. I have the first line: ‘It took me thirty years to figure out what life was all about, and the same time to work out what I wanted to do when I grew up.’ It’s going to be a fun, feel-good read.