Monthly Archives: May 2017

Our last day in Mandurah. Alas. We’re so lucky to share moments with strangers. And today was particularly special. It began with a girl with bells in her hair. And ended with an inquisitive man. Two school children were selected … Continue reading →

Today is delightful.  It’s sunny. We’ve moved to grass. And we have more moments. A mother beelines her teen to have aMoment, having experienced it herself earlier this week. She’s off school to get her P-plates. A good day to we think. … Continue reading →

A very quiet day. A day of waves and smiles and conversations. But few stopping. Which always makes us a little sad. Sad that people don’t have space in their lives to stop. But it’s also the weather. And, well, … Continue reading →

A lot of space in the precinct without Stretch Festival. A very quiet, different feel. Only traces of hearts and detritus. And with a little bit of cloud and wind, the caravan is positively a cosy retreat. We began with an … Continue reading →

There was something in the air today. Vulnerability? The moon? Something. We haven’t had this many tears in a long while: The first was a mother in white with two boys. Then a woman in a grey dress. Then special man … Continue reading →

On the harbour. Looking out.  As Stretch Festival stretches across the arts precinct. Markets, music, joeys, possum hats, cupcakes, designer fashion and little installations potted in the nooks. We’re near the bridge. We watch pelicans and ducks. The fresh water … Continue reading →