have mementoes with me too of Australian beaches – shells collected from my
beloved Kiama, and others from Pearl Beach where I’ve oft stayed in the
stunning home of pals, Nick and ‘the other Fiona’; or ‘Big Fiona’ because she’s
tall. These shells have travelled to
Also beside my bed is the cylindrical container of opals given to me by my dear friend Adam. It was such a thoughtful gift, quintessentially Australian, and, if I’ve been moved to think tenderly of him every time I’ve picked them up since 2008, they are even more special now, since Adam’s unexpected and sad passing.