Well we're home again. Melbourne gives us a sunny cool welcome. There's the promise of rain in the air and another Winter. We are as anxious to leave this city behind as any of the others we've passed through. I remind myself that this is the city of my childhood. My roots. My home. That city has gone now. Sixty years is a long time in the life of a city. Such a short time in human terms.
Tomorrow we'll drive onto the Western Plains and back to our
.... snug (yes I know it's supposed to be sweet - but I like snug) little nest,
somewhere out in the West
And let the rest of the World go by.         Joy - July 2005