I am now 66 years old (2018).
I am male, Born in the UK of Irish descent, raised in NZ from the age of 6. Married twice, now living alone. I have two daughters I love dearly and of whom I am very proud.
Once I thought I would be a writer. I am a writer as it happens, but not quite in the way I envisaged. I see myself as an ordinary person who has had the good fortune to do some extraordinary things in unusual places. I have had some interesting occupations in interesting places. Sometimes I think I should have been a stand-up comedian.
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. I 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 underlying purpose to my writing I had not consciously identified at the beginning. I wanted to get rid of some my demons. Guilt and Regret. 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 to, and to weep when I had to. Everything I record is a message for my future self about where I am, in my head as much as in any physical location.
My great fear is Dementia, and Forgetfulness. I fear nothing else any more. Nothing. Not even death, which i know is inevitable. Every other fear I have faced and overcome.
I am looking into the mysteries of story. I still have a fading dream of writing something worthwhile. I follow Caer Ibormeith, the Goddess of sleep, prophecy and sweet dreams. Metaphorically of course. I shall find her. She shall be my muse.
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… And as of 2017 no longer a chronicle of my own rides. I have sold what I suspect was my very last bike.
My Cooking Blog: Recipes I have invented or tweaked that I don’t want to forget, or that I believe worth sharing. I know I need to lift my food photography game if it is ever to be popular. I shall work on it.
Folk tales and faery tales I have heard – or that I am creating… Some. A lot are private until I am happy with them.
I have a Facebook page. I need to wean myself off Facebook. It no longer serves the purpose of staying in touch with my family.
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