Living in Dorrigo has proved to be even more delightful than I had anticipated . The sky seems closer, the trees more alive, the soil more generous. The air is consistently keener and sharpens me nicely. Winter has just begun, but like elsewhere, day to day predictions are untrustworthy. Most days are a gloriously crispy blue and the waterlogged ones have the comforts of work, fires and friendships to compensate.
The skies are miracles
and the bush
and the beach
The path that brought us here, unexpected and difficult at first, has become a path of peace.