So I was standing on the floating pontoon moored just off of Coogee Beach just keeping my balance and no more in the rough sea… Big toe gushing with blood and jellyfish stings whipped across both legs.. Not the most successful trip to the beach ever! All I had wanted was a little swim in the sea to finally kill my hangover (hangovers in 35 degree heat not so pleasing as it goes!).
So as we stood bouncing about in the sea we took note of just how many of these very stingy jellyfish there were floating about in the water, where we knew we were going to have to jump! They look so pretty and graceful too.. But boy do they hurt! Neither of us mentioned the blood pouring out of my toe but we both knew that the other was also contemplating just how many shark attacks there have been in recent months/ past year or so!
Plucking up the courage… And plotting a path (we hoped) amongst the pretty sting bombs we went for it and dived back in the warm, salty water! A faster swim to shore was never done before..
We stopped off on the way home for a small beverage.. Celebratory or to calm the wounds? Regardless… This passionfruit cider (with a healthy amount of ice) sure is hitting the spot!
And no.. There was no peeing on the jellyfish stings!! 😉
Quokkas.. Cute little furballs that resemble something between a large mouse and chinchilla. Living on their paradise island of Rottnest they are bigged up to be easy going, laid back, dozy and tame. Keeping the masses entertained with their furry cuteness. Well people.. Don’t be fooled. They are actually sitting there in the shade of the Eucalyptus trees plotting your demise.
So yeah, here I was cycling around the island after a lovely little snorkel with some blue crabs and sting rays, just minding my own and enjoying the scenery, when this stealth Quokka, with moves of a dopey ninja, strolled out into the road right in front of me, looked at me as I tried to avoid it.. Bike tyres screeching.. And kept in my path! That crazy little critter, if it had thumbs and fingers, I swear (and I did a bit of that too) would have most certainly made some kind of rude gesture to me as he continued off back under the trees. Little Quokka….!!!!
I just have this thing about trees. I don’t know what it is? I just find them fascinating, intriguing and inspirational.
Maybe it is their ever changing shapes? The twists and often impossible curves of their branches and trunks?
And from country to country.. Wow.. How do those shapes just keep getting wilder and more crazy? I love how nature can play with a concept such as a tree and create just so many.. So much.. So fabulous!
From short and stumpy to tall and gracious.. Green and lush to dry and burnt. They all have that ‘tree thing’.
If ever feeling a bit uninspired a good tree will always spark something, maybe a drawing? A photo? Or just a ponder? I often ponder about what might be living in the tree.. Birds? Insects? People in tree houses? Or in some moods I can imagine elves and pixies and fairies and other such creatures.. I think this comes from my love of Arthur Rackham’s illustrations (which also inspired many of my tattoos).
I chuckled the other day as I cycled beneath some trees stuffed full of white squabbling parrots/ gallahs settling down to roost for the night! The whole tree just came alive! Reminded me of some of Quentin Blake’s parrot drawings.. They make me smile too!
Anyway.. This little lot are a few of the weird and wonderful trees that I have encountered over the last few days, whilst exploring Australia.. I wonder what they will inspire?
Maybe some more drawings like this one, which has gone on to become the cover of a book..
I have travelled through many countries, past many creatures, critters and bugs but nothing EVER prepares me for a roach! I was less phased by a Red Back Spider last year! We even went bull ant and snake hunting in the bush cos I was disappointed to have encountered none! But nothing touches these greasy looking.. Durty little.. Beefed up.. thunderbird-Esque.. I’ll just stride out in front of you from under the bed in which you were hoping to rest peacefully in.. Horrid big/little bugs!
This dude.. Skilfully captured and off outside thank you very much!! *big shudder… Euch*!
Hey there Mr and Mrs Cockroach… The door to our house is officially closed! *little extra involuntary shudder at the thought of any more invaders.. I swear they watch me when I sleep!*