A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS (#1)
I imagine most of my possessions will outlive me. It’s a sobering thought. I’ll be burned, and chucked into the water by some young relative, then there will be all this shit sitting around for someone to deal with. Or will there?
is a camphor laurel. They were popular a century or so ago as wind breaks on small farms. I think this one might have once filled that role. We live on the edge of a desire line, a walking passage between Pittwater and Newport Beach, once used by Indigenous people, then by visitors from Sydney who would trek over from the ferry landing to
