I’m sitting out under our Boab in the front
yard at our table where we have house dinners. Colleen made a boab nut
arrangement for the table’s centerpiece and she bought some solar lanterns and
fairy lights. The lanterns are hung between the trees and the fairy lights are
wrapped half way around our gigantic old boab. Our boab is so wide the lights
are barely noticeable in the daytime, but when it gets dark they come to life
and the whole thing looks enchanting. We bring out the candles and invite our
next door house and someone cooks something delicious. We’ve had pasta night,
baked potatoes, Thai night and my special pumpkin risotto.
Today is national climate day and so I
turned off our air conditioner this morning and have not turned it back on
though I am sweating something shocking. It’s usually hotter outside of course
but there was a mini shower before and it has slightly cooled (I’m still
sweating though).
A few weekends ago I had an absolutely
delightful weekend where two very important people travelled far and wide just
to visit me! I took the day off work on Friday and got a ride to Broome and
there at Broome airport the paparazzi were eagerly awaiting the arrivals… not
really but mum and dad were there and I was overcome with emotion when I saw
them even though it really hasn’t been that long. It was just so nice of them
to come up and visit. We checked in to our hotel Bali High, which had heavenly
aromas and a divine relaxing atmosphere. We wasted no time cooling off in the pool.
We watched sunset on the beach and cooked salmon on the BBQ for dinner.
Saturday morning began with a swim in the beach. The water was perfect- not at
all cold but not yet too warm. Mum and I meandered the market stalls, whilst
dad went to sit under a tree or so he said… for a little while later we came
across a tattoo stall and who was sitting under the artist’s brush? None other
than dad of course. I wonder how the elephant tattoo is holding up… Back to the
hotel as mum and I had booked in luxurious massages and facials. I kept dozing
off and trying desperately to regain conciousness because I didn’t want to miss
any of the pleasure. Our ladies brought us post- massage tea and nibbles and we
sat for a bit whilst everything seemed to occur in slow motion. In the
afternoon we meandered to the wharf for oysters and cool drink and then head
down to Gantheum point which is a point out on the rocks. The rocks display a
stunning red contrast against the turquoise ocean – it’s no wonder birds fly
across the world to reach it. We follow some keen Americans hunting for the
dinosaur footprints and find some on the rocks just as the tide is coming
in. Dinner Saturday night is
booked at Broome’s top restaurant which is a lovely tropical oasis tucked away
out of town. It is quite lovely and desert is even better. Homeward bound and
bed bound. Another early morning follows with yoga on the beach and a swim.
Home – cooked pancakes for breakfast and then heading in to town. Broome on a
Sunday is fast asleep but the pearl shops are open so we drop by each in
succession- walking from 40 degrees into air-conditioning as quickly as
possible. We stop for lunch then head back to the glorious pool and a snooze.
It is time for me to go back to Derby :(. I felt like
the weekend had been a glorious dream. I did not want to say goodbye again but
it had been a perfect weekend and I was more than satisfied.
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