As I sit at my desk and look out at the November rain, conscious of an absence of light for most of the day, I recall where I was a year ago - travelling down the Queensland coast in a camper van named Rattles, with my middle son:
snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef
bathing in a pool with white parakeets,
lying on the surf beaches
then meeting a dingo, driving Rattles down an isolated track, getting stuck in sand, digging in vain with a plastic dust pan for five hours, and finally being rescued -
so that I could return to my own safe, wet island to enjoy the November rain for a little longer.