Any dock in a storm
Sometimes I want to run away to a calmer life, a simpler house, less possessions, a safe harbour in a storm, to a house perched on a hill surrounded by bush. Today I am dreaming of chasing the late afternoon sun on a deck. Whipbirds crack the air with their song. A chill is creeping up the hill and I'm wondering how long I can leave it before I have to rise and pull the doors to. Perhaps I'll light my first fire of the season. But not quite now. Just a little more time in the sun. Bonnet Hill House in Tasmania by Dock4.
(Note to Tasmanian readers. I have an inkling that whipbirds are not found on your island but it's my daydream and they're my favourite bird call.)
Reader Comments (2)
beautiful post and home...whipbirds are my favourite too, so quintessentially Australian. mel x
The fishnet "banister" on the stairs is genius.