April 18, 2009
Everything about Elizabeth was different to where I had grown up. It was flat, it was bland and in summer it was mind-bogglingly hot. Instead of blackbirds, thrushes and sparrows there were parrots, cockatoos and Australian magpies. Strange and exotic plants grew in people’s gardens. Trees shed their bark instead of their leaves At night the mosquitoes kept one awake with their incessant buzzing and subsequent disappearing acts whenever the light was switched on. Above all it was the dryness of the air combined with the Mediterranean light that was in such stark contrast to all I had known before.