It's a cool winter dusk, looking out the estern window across Rushcutter's bay to Sydney harbour. I see a sheet of pale blue sky, sparkling city lights, dozens of white boats bobbing in the bay, and dark buildings rising up against the skyline.

aaah, a sip of a cool drink, and the sounds of a guitar picking out "Four Little Johnny Cakes.."

under the table, a blue cattle dog named fred hums along..