Where would I rather be?
On a beach in Zanzibar listening to the surf breaking on the reef and the gentle lap of waves on the sand …
On the balcony of one of my favourite hotels in Bali, overlooking rice paddies and watching the sun come up behind Mt Agung …
Or on my local beach in Western Australia walking with my dog?
A privileged life indeed.
Clockwise from top left:
Lowna in North Yorkshire, South Cottesloe in Western Australia, Chamonix in France, North Fremantle in Western Australia, Morogoro in Tanzania, Iringa in Tanzania, Dwellingup in Western Australia, Cropton in North Yorkshire.
I don’t think I’ll ever lose my wanderlust. It ebbs and flows like the tides on my doorstep here in Western Australia. Sometimes the pull to stay ‘home’ is strong: when the beach beckons, and the outdoor lifestyle is easy, with good food, wines and friendships.
Then there are times when the lure of new shores overwhelms, the draw of old haunts tempt, and the need to leave this remote city to return to the familiar people and places of my formative years is stronger than the urge to stay.