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I’m back. It’s conservative. It’s hot.

May 10, 2011

I don’t have much to say really.  I’m back.  It’s conservative. It’s hot.

The road ahead

I think what I miss the most is any semblance of subversion.  Perhaps an odd thing to miss, but I’m in a place where everyone plays by a set of rules which leads to an almost bland homogeny, and i’ve always liked to hover in the subcultural alternative fringe.  It’s not that I want to do anything illegal – more that the uniformity and conservatism makes life a tad benign.

But I knew what I was coming back too – this is just an observation really.  My eye is firmly on the prize.

It’s hot.  Very hot.  It’s already Perth summer heat and it’s only spring.  I’ve worked out how to make the best of the air-cons so that I am not under the constant barrage of cold air.  I drove to the beach – an hour to get there – after an hour I knew the sun was too hot – I may be tanorexic but I’m not stupid – I want brown not blisters.

Fuwairit Beach

Driving is making the world of difference.  Having my stuff is making it home (for now) and my two new cats, Jess and Carla, are keeping me on my toes and giving me some company.

1 of 2 - Jessica Cat

London was great – weather was unseasonably warm.  Though I have to say it was a different country than the one I left in January – recession and spending cuts on everyone’s lips and an sense of economic bleakness for the immediate future that wasn’t there before.

On the eve of the big day

Malta was amazing – a mix of histories – neolithic to roman to renaissance.  Quirky bus rides, blue seas, great food and good mates.  So nice to spend a week with Joe and let him play guide and revel in his Malteseness – there was a boat ride around the island and a day trip to Sicily thrown in too – simply sensational.

Valetta and our boat

Maltese Bus

Back to London for packing and a royal hoo ha.  Trafalgar Square for the wedding made for a fine last day with Joe in London town.  I was quite teary as I left – a sense of leaving and the finality of a significant life phase, but in order to have an interesting life every so often you need to pack up and move on – and I want home with choices.  Here is fine for now.  Hot and fine.

Farewell Blighty


Back to Green

April 1, 2011


Decided to get a cab from Paddington – couldn’t face the tube – figured it was 11pm my time and I just wanted home – my London home.

It was a good move – taking me past Hyde Park, down Mayfair to Hyde Park corner and the Aust War Memorial, through Victoria – there were people on the street and trees and green.  Green!  If anyone is to ask what I missed the most – Green.  Over Vauxhall bridge, so close to the farm and the goats and the sheep – can’t wait for tomorrow to be spinning at the farm again.  Through Kennington, the park, Brixton and home.

The flat seemed very small for the first 5 minutes, and cold with no grumpy cat to greet me.  (Bubs is staying with Joe).  Opening the stack of mail – statements, bills and flyers for the art house films and philharmonic orchestras – how much I grown culturally since coming here – I’ve noted my transition from sub to high culture since I’ve been here – but there are few cities where you have access to such amazing cultural diversity – theatre, opera, ballet, art – I won’t have this when I am living with my chooks in rural NSW (or where ever I may end up).

I’m all sentimental as I reminisce about how good this town has been to me – clarity in hindsight.  OK to be leaving, but justifiably sad too – I made a good life in this town, it took a long long time to find my groove.

But in the end I want home.  I’ve been wanting it for so long now.


I woke early. 6.30am, figured as I am back 3 hours this wasn’t too bad.  As there was no fresh food in the house I decided to make bread.  Can I say that my 9.30am breakfast of home baked bread, boiled eggs with hand grown and made tomato chutney was sheer and utter bliss.

I wandered down through Herne Hill, marveling at daffodils, magnolias and cherry blossoms.  Train to Victoria.  London has been described to me, and often by me, as a big churning cog – as I entered the tube at Victoria I literally felt myself enter its’ motion.

Magnolia, Half Moon Lane

I headed for Soho – first stop a well over due haircut – my hair was the longest it’s ever been, but three months of desalinated water and sandy air has seen me shorn back to shoulder length.

Popping up at Oxford Circus brought such a grin to my face, quick visit to Liberty for some yarn, wandered down Carnaby Street, veggies from Berwick St and a few other essential supplies – back to a rhythm and swagger.  All the time aware that this lifestyle is coming to an end – which I am perfectly fine with – but good to be mindful of in the moment.

Oxford Circus

Popped into Teachers, lunch with Andy and the Tech boys – tales of adventures over 1/2 pints of ale.  Listened to their concerns of impending redundancies and remembering being there six months ago – the whole company gets axed at the end of this month.  The UK is not in a good place at the moment.

Home and I made soup and have just finished a well over due spin on my wheel – oh how I have missed her!  I’m looking at her trying to work out if I can indeed fit her in Mum’s big blue suitcase –  believe I can.  Radio 6 Music setting a tone.

Off to dinner with the UK arm of the family tonight – Karen, Rich and Sarah.  Tomorrow is spinning – I believe there are at least two new lambs – and then Colleen is in town in her annual pop in before MIP.  Sunday is a catch up with Kat via a visit to The Royal Albert Hall to hear some Tchiacovsky.  So it’s jam packed all all incredibly pleasant.  I’m a happy camper right here, right now.

At the end of my road this afternoon


March 19, 2010

People at work keep asking how I am and I can only reply with.

“I’m redundant!”

Six months until switch off, six month until something new.

And I ponder.


or this

Both have advantages.

Oh the dilemma of the immigrant.


March 15, 2010

Spent the weekend at a yoga and meditation Women’s Buddhist retreat in Shropshire.  Once again I found the experience incredibly moving on many levels.

It’s so nice to spend time with women.  It’s so nice to spend a weekend working on your own energies.  It’s so nice to spend time in the countryside – the sun even shone and we finally broke above 10deg.

I am becoming increasingly interested in Buddhist philosophy, especially the notion of ‘do no harm’.  So much of what I already do and think slots into the ideals – there is much to ponder.

My peace was slightly shattered upon my return to my London life upon hearing of major changes at work – but even this I have managed to approach with calm.  Let’s say changes are afoot!

In crafty land – I have begun knitting with the Jacob’s fleece and have started a lace shawl with the view to sell – pics to come.


February 24, 2010

Welcome to Pete’s blog – plan to share my musings on life, London, adventures, misadventures and crafty bits.

It may take me a while to get going, but one has to start somewhere.

I’ll start by sharing a photo of what this little land locked Piscean misses the most about home, Oz – as this winter seems to be endless I lament sunshine and have almost forgotten what if feels like to have sun upon your flesh.

This is what I miss the most.  That and the sound of Kookaburra’s at dusk.