I am male, Born in the UK of Irish descent, raised in NZ from the age of 6. Married twice, divorced from the first wife, now separated from the second. I have two daughters of whom I am inordinately proud. I am now 64 years old. Once I thought I would be a writer. I am a writer as it happens, but not quite in the way I envisioned.
This blog is a continuation of this previous one, now out of room unless I pay for more space: It is my attempt at making sense of the world, and coping with it. A journal rather than a blog, in it I tell my future self, and my current friends, what I am up to, and what I am thinking, and post my photographs, or as some would have it, snapshots. It was some time after I started blogging that I realised that there was a subtle purpose to my writing I had not consciously identified at the beginning. Along the way I came to realise, by self-diagnosis, that I was suffering depression. Much later this was confirmed medically. Treatment helped. A bit. The blog helped too. It gave me reason to laugh when I needed it, and to weep when I had to. Everything I recorded is a message for my future self about where I was, in my head as much as in physical location, at the moment.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
From “The Song of Wandering Aengus” by William Butler Yeats
I also write on the following sites from time to time::
Motorcycles Across Australia: Fairly obvious what that is about…
I have a Facebook page.
I now live in Kururrungku Community (Bililuna) in the Shire of Halls Creek, the Kimberley, Western Australia.
How I got here is sort of documented in my previous blog. Especially if you read between the lines