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Quirky moments (#17 in series: unforgettable fellow diners)

 

 

On the 5th day of March 2023 my beloved and I ate a delicious lunch, al fresco, just outside a tiger sanctuary in southern India.

On the 18th of March 2018 in southern Tasmania, the food, the winery’s Pinot Noir and our lunch’s quasi-natural setting were all lovely.

However, as so often proves true, in both the above cases it was one of our fellow diners who made our lunch unforgettable.

Neither of them had made a booking.

We were unable to converse.

We never discovered their names…

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Word power: Richard Flanagan on “a writer’s achievements”

 

It’s presumed that the author starts with an intention and if the book’s published they’ve succeeded in it. But successful books are ones that have escaped the author’s intentions and become something else. Novels when they succeed are incoherent and contradictory and mysterious. Nothing is more secondary to a writer’s achievements than their original ambition.

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Incredible view, via small plane’s opened window (#61 in “a shining moment” series)

 

Light aircraft are wonderful things, most especially when one is allowed to open the window whilst flying over a magnificent place, such as Tasmania’s Freycinet Peninsula.

Musically, this post celebrates both an incredible view, and the singular pleasure of being aloft in a small plane, open to the air.

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Wetted: celebrating rainy days (1st of 2 chapters)

I live in a sundrenched metropolis. Today has been gloriously wild, intermittently very wet, ever-changing, mostly cool.

Many fellow residents of Perth regard such days as “miserable” or “horrible”, to be endured, not enjoyed…and not at all photogenic.

They are wrong/blind; dry, warm sunny days are not the only “good” kind!

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