A customary annual post
By the time I concluded my milestone b’day last year on the rustic roads, quad biking, my mind was already conjuring a cauldron of sketchy adventure ideas. With some concerted effort, I arranged them to a little verse - an ambitious target to be achieved between two Sydney summers. I waded on the sea floor and dove from the sky . I drifted in an air balloon high up in the sky. That’s not it, I climbed up Harbour Bridge , To behold my beloved city bustle beneath my feet! Best not to construe me as an adrenaline junkie; in fact I can’t be more adventure averse. But something in the Aussie air whispered in my ears that these are unmissable, and a pertinacious drive with my partners in crime (son and his dad) transmogrified this text to actuality. When mustering every iota of courage fell short in keeping my knees steady at the edge of the ladder leading to the depth of seabed or tip of the fabled Harbour Bridge, reiterating these lines calmed my nerves. Finally, I’m raising my...