We watched a depressing film called Samson & Delilah, about Aboriginal teenagers who escape to the big city, all with dire consequences.
It reminded me of our time travelling around Oz. There were times when we were broke. So poor we lived on oranges and peanut butter sandwiches. We lived in a two-man dome tent for three months solid. Sometimes we were so skint we couldn't even afford to pitch up at a proper campsite, so would pull over on the road. Some nights I craved the comfort of a bed, a room which was bigger than our canvas hang-out, a comfortable night's sleep. But we got used to it.
It seems like a dream now. The adventures, the excitement, the worry, the danger, but we stayed strong (somehow!) through it all.
I remember watching the Aboriginals when we were out there in the middle of the Australian outback, wondering why so many of them had turned to drink. This film was very poignant, very real. I could almost smell the red earth, feel the intense sun beating down on our backs, swatting off the determined flies.
It has made us grateful for what we have.
Glad to have got that off my chest (again, a considerable size, but can't blame the iron tablets for that).
Bought this funny little toy for the Prince from Oxfam for £2.99. It's solid wood and I think I love it more than he does.
|"Oh look, we must be at the Safari Park, Gladys"|
|Oh dear. Someone with teething issues enjoyed this passenger...|
|"Yes dear, can we help you?"|
|Anyone know what the writing translates as?|