The Good Life continues,

but blogging is slooooow.

 

from the cliff tops between East Shelly and Spring Beach

a seal basking as Cheryl and I walk from One Tree Point to the East Coaster for lunch

Xyris Quartet at Hobart Town Hall yesterday, courtesy of Van Diemen's Band.

Four saxophones, each from a different era, creating unique sound.

I will get to the Welsh blog - still seems a bit overwhelming at the moment.

Back in Tribes

and after 4 days sleep, am nearly back in business.  The long sleep may be jetlag or Border Trauma, possibly both, and age may have something to do with it.  I thought I was doomed to a life in Sydney Airport when a Border Force Heavy didn't believe that people dressed as Border Force officers had taken the various slips of paper from me that I ultimately needed to reach the outside world.  He eventually gave up, presumably seeing me as a dotty but harmless Miss Marple figure when I suggested we retrace my steps and seek out the imposters. 

In comparison, getting into England was a breeze.  I took the Elizabeth Line from Heathrow to Paddington and had my ticket for the 9.40am train to Haverfordwest in no time.  Staff could not have been more helpful.

The adventure starts at Paddington Station

and the omens were good.

Future adventures will be reported on the official BlogBlodwyn site