Me, the moon and B...

 B looks up at the moon
I look down at B.
Where are we going?
What do we see?
As the moon looks down on us both.

17.8.12

In our garden 23.2.13

Midnight the black cat

 

I was taken in by my adopted family when they finally noticed me lurking in their front yard. After no one claimed me I was named Midnight by the youngest child.

Life in my seaside home was exciting: not many other cats, no pesky dogs to harrass me and the kind mother always left the bedroom window ajar so I could come and go at night. Gradually the children warmed to me and even the father was heard to remark on my superior mouse catching skills.

The noisy 2 legged bird-like creatures which lived in a large cage at night fascinated me. During the day I would idly watch them from my spot in the overgrown garden and over the weeks I concentrated on becoming a part of their landscape. Then I would casually saunter past them as they clucked busily in the undergrowth. As the days lengthened I would spend more time outside and even got to the point of walking along the netting roof of the chook yard, without them taking any notice of me.

Red Roses February 2013

Photo of Uluru (Ayers Rock)

We travelled around Australia for 3 weeks in August 1967 on a school bus trip. Many hours of travelling over rough dirt roads and many nights of camping in our little two man tents are my main memories of that time.
 

This trip was a real eye-opener for our small group of 16 year old girls as we drove through outback NSW and Queensland and then on up to Darwin. Next stop was Alice Springs for two days and then we ventured out to Ayers Rock as it was then known. We camped in a camping area at the base of the Rock (such a luxury to have running water and hot showers!) and the next day we set out to climb Ayers Rock.