After a couple of days of hot summer weather
Cool rain
Still breezes
And on the bicycle for a ride by the bay
In the cool of the evening
Last sprinkles of rain
My loop of the Williamstown peninsula
Taking in the end of the week as the end of the year approaches.
I feel like I’m in the twilight period of 2017
The sun setting on a year of wonderful adventures and discoveries
Excited about the coming of 2018
New adventures
New directions
There are times to focus on peace and happiness
Jesus my have been the son of God or just a good bloke
It all depends on your perspective.
But he did try and spread a message of peace.
We often focus on the differences in humanity
Differences in religion and beliefs
Differences in race and skin colour
Differences in culture.
In nature there are also difference
As the solstice passes
At one end of the world there is endless night
At the other endless day
As it was nudging a sweltering 38 degrees in Melbourne recently.
My friends reported – 5 and snowing in Stoke on Trent.
So this is an opportunity to forget the differences.
Forget the distances between us.
And though at one end of the world it is dark and the other end light.
Accept
It is one world.
And though there are many religions and races and cultures
There is one humanity.
I wish you all peace and happiness.
A fellow adventurer
From Germany
told me
Wenn Engel verreisen, scheint die Sonne
When angels travel the sun shines.
So walking in the sub tropic rain forest
An angel must have been with me
Walking as if in nature’s hand
Trees as old as Gondwanaland
Thick green forest
Waterfalls
Sparkling like diamonds in the sun
Walking in nature’s garden
When angels travel the sky is definitely smiling
Springbrook is a place for angels to travel.
I’m back home
But can’t settle
Miss the rumbling wheels beneath me
Melbourne still a touch too cold
So headed north
The warm arms of the north were beckoning me
To reach the humid warmth of the sub tropics
In northern NSW
The rolling curves of the mountains
The water flowing through moist valleys
And smooth flow of the sandy beach, the water warm and welcoming.
On the train from the midlands to London. I listened to The Clash, London Calling.
Its both a distopian and resilient view of London. It seemed fitting as a bombing in the tube had set a sombre tone.
But London is London no matter.
Despite the confrontation London open day was in full swing as was Thames week.
And it gave a little sometime for mariner like me.
These 10 Thames barges had sailed up the river.
And were using their motors against the ebb tide to hold formation still in the water. Such seamanship.
And really there is something special about the English is their way with the sea and boats.
Be it Drake’s Golden Hind
Or the uniquely English narrow boats that carried goods and produce from the midlands to London prior to rail
And now provide floating pleasure.
So I did go to London!
