Time of arrival in a new city is important. Normally you cannot check into a hotel until 2:00 so if you arrive at 5:00 am, as I did in Perth, you have to find somewhere to lie down for nine hours. I head for King’s Park and find a nice clean bench in a secluded glade in the Botanical Gardens. This is just near the Anzac War Memorial don’t you know.
It is 6:30 when I snuggle up on my bench and fall asleep. At 9:00 I feel something in my ear, a coastal crocodile? No, a little boy called Sebastian who was sticking his finger in my ear. I get up and look at birds.
A lovely morning in King’s Park. But it is only 10:30. What can I do until 2:00? Don’t miss the next thrilling installment of The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond. Very hush, hush.