Closed-litter Rainbow Skink

After being in Port Douglas for just over a week, the sun came out. While sitting in our courtyard, eating lunch, we spotted three of these fellows. Each keeping to their own patch. When two became too close speedy chasing and tail biting took place. A Google search identified them as Closed-litter Rainbow Skinks (Carlia longipes).

Water lily

For me, this glorious water lily symbolises holiday time in Port Douglas, Far North Queensland. It’s petals and radiant centre can only be seen during the day. As soon as darkness descends, the bloom closes, held tight within a teardrop shaped bud. It serenely stands sentinel over the pond, evoking a feeling of peace and calm. 

This trip has reinforced the symbolism, as it has rained every day. 

Bougainvillea litter

The entrance to our villa is marked on the ground by bougainvillea litter, strewn by the breeze. However, the picture does not capture the majestic proportions of the palm trees standing sentinel over the Pink Flamingo resort. 

Red hibiscus 

It has been three years since we last stayed at the Pink Flamingo, Port Douglas, Australia. In that time we have moved house, married at the British Consulate, Sydney, and my position title, at work, has changed three times. 

This trip to Far North Queensland is an opportunity for us to live a simpler life. Relaxing, unwinding and spending time together are the only objectives. 

October in Port Douglas is usually dry with occasional showers. It has so far rained every day since Sunday, with more forecasted to come. This has not stopped us from enjoying the pool in the resort and going into town. 

This morning, the clouds parted to reveal the deepest blue sky. I was fortunate to be able to take the above picture of a beautiful red hibiscus flower. 

Shadows of the past

When memories stir, 
Confused feelings occur. 

Of a time gone by;

Thoughts of emotions, running high.

Attached to people and things:

Two chairs; a desk; a book of secrets sings;

Remonstrations falling on deaf ears. 

The screams inside that nobody hears, 

Due to naivety, self delusion and grief. 

Nothing seems to bring relief,

A spiralling descent away from light. 

No energy to fight nor for flight.  

Time and life have healed the blight. 

Knowing and accepting myself, day and night,

And my partner’s love and support,

During battles waged and darkness fought. 

Regulation and repetition


Artificial flowery, powdery and citrusy fragrances reach nostrils, setting sinuses a flutter. ‘Clean’ smells of soaps, deodorants and perfumes from those, en route. 

Early morning sunshine dazzles the reluctant traveller, on their way to work. Hazy buildings line the route, neither in shadow or in light. 

Fellow passengers gaze, blankly, silently, caught up in their thoughts and phones.

How strange, this world of written and unwritten regulation and repetition. 
Photo: Electrical Engineering Building, UNSW