The sky was full of colour this morning as the sun rose: a blend of raspberry and strawberry. But I have no photographs.
By the time I set off for my morning walk, it was a beautiful clear blue sky, with a hint of cloud and a few squadrons of bush flies.
And now, this afternoon, I’m staying cool in front of the cricket on television. I’m reading ‘ A Tropical Cure’ by John Hollenkamp, feeling happy not to be near the crocodiles in Townsville (or in the humidity ).