|Christmas tart - and a Turkish bird|
I love reading the news from Australia. Nothing much happens there. I check the ABC website each morning. Occasionally a story punches hard and the old me gets worked up (I'm still convinced, for example, that out-of-control drinking and the violence it spawns is worse in Australia than most other places, though Alex disagrees) but more often than not a quick glance reassures me that all is well downunder. Read about the two fishermen who spent a night in the water clinging onto their cooler box after their boat went down? What about the tourist who walked off the end of the St Kilda pier while she was checking her Facebook page. Gold. And now, between Christmas and New Year, I get cricket and crocodiles (of course) and news that the Sydney to Hobart race has been won, yet again, by the octogenarian Bob Oatley's maxi-yacht Wild Oats. Wonderful stuff. You couldn't hope to leave your children in a better country to get on with their young adult lives, I tell myself.
|Look what they dragged up from the sea on the Sunday before Christmas|
|Southerly winds gusting 40 knots whip up the sea inside Marmaris bay|
|The marina gardener wrapped in red paper and cottonwool|
|Liquidambar orientalis (or Turkish sweetgum) trees in the forest behind Marmaris|