Brisbane to Malta

Saturday. Sailing on Lake Cootharaba, north of Brisbane. A beautiful day, water mirroring the blue sky; a swim in the everglades in pristine tea tree water. Gliding silently across the lake as the sun sank creating a line of fire behind the distant ranges. A memorable trip.  

Wednesday. A new expanse of water. Larger than a lake. Almost an ocean. Here I am in Malta gazing on the Mediterranean Sea from my new digs. My home for the next ten weeks.

Time to begin writing.