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.
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