If you’re wondering about the picture on my header, it’s there because it pretty much says all there is to say about me and my lifestyle. It’s part of a photograph I took of a beach called (very originally) North Smoky, and if you cross the headland and look the other way, you see South Smoky, which looks like this. I live a few kilometres away, surrounded by even more beaches all equally beautiful.
I haven’t always lived here, but it was the family holiday spot, and when I was about eight, I told anyone who’d listen that when I grew up, I would live here and write. It took me a while, through detours caused by the vicissitudes of raising a family and earning a living, but about ten years ago, I finally made it.
Happy as a pig in mud springs to mind. In summer I surf, in winter I walk on the beach, and when I need a city-fix, I go to Sydney. The rest of the time, I write, read and generally revel in the joys of solitude. My only regular visitors look like this.
I did worry that being a hermit would make me unacceptably eccentric, but nobody runs as I approach, so presumably it hasn’t happened yet. And for that I thank the internet: my social life, and my contact with the big wide world, keeping my feet on a ground that isn’t la-la land.