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.
The brochure called it the lake of dreams.
But it’s a lake of life and vitality.
From the tourist towns like Bellagio
The narrow streets of the villages full of smells of fine food, chatter and laughter
And beautiful villages that held forged dreams that became Italian classics.
Like Carlo Guzzi’s dream for an industry for his village
So if Lake Como is a village of dreams it’s also the essence of Italian love and lust for live, beauty and exuberance.
The piecemealadventurer Mandello de Lario where dreams do come true.
Storm
Rain
Flood
Then from the destruction and devastation
Renewal
The water in the rivers and waterfalls flow
The land brown and bare only weeks previous now an emerald green
The birdlife active
In the trees
and on the ground
The power of nature’s regeneration
As the rest of Australia Swelters
In Melbourne has a top to day of 19c
As the Lunar New Year Celebrations draw to the end
There was Chinese dancing at Victoria Market
With traditional music and movement
Then in a change of pace the music for the chicken dance came from the speaker.
Not very Chinese I think
As kids got up to dance to a familiar tune.
But, of course, this is the Year of the Rooster
So why not use a European Drinking song which has chicken in the title!
Only in Multicultural Melbourne
Where cultures and traditions blend happily.
I’ve looked at Tassie from both sides now
from in and out
and still somehow
Its Tassie’s illusion I recall
I really don’t know Tassie at all
(will apologies to Joni Mitchell)
I’m going to Tassie again
I place I can always go back to
find something new and beautiful
In Australian smallest State
An island State, part of an island nation.
Looking out across the blue clear waters that surround Tassie.
Looking in from coastal anchorages at
At storms rolling past
At the play of the light on the rocky shoreline
Looking in to tight harbour entrances
Sitting safe in historic ports
Travelling through beautiful wilderness
And a quirkiness that is only Tassie
Next month I’m going back to Tassie again
Taking the mighty Breva down for her second trip
I hope the sun never sets on my Tasmania adventures.
