Why my holiday wasn’t the homecoming I was expecting

When I was younger I became acquainted with a verse from the beautiful poem by Dorothea Mackellar ‘My Country’. ‘I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror – The wideContinue reading “Why my holiday wasn’t the homecoming I was expecting”