so I’m sat here in Australia, having just read my second John Peel book of the holiday (and yes, I cried), just taking in the heat, quietness and noises from the bush.
You can’t beat it really. One day, when I’ve no family left, and don’t have to work any more, I want to be able to just sit out and read, like I’ve done this morning – I don’t think I could ever get bored of it – ever.
Weird to think its Christmas Day soon. I think we may spend some of it on the beach. Niiice!