so centred and serene

Bhòid followed the squirrel for what seemed like a long time, taking note of marks to lead him back––a mossy stump here, a broken branch there, a white stone, a little mound of wolf scat.

Thousands of thanks to my grandmother who gave us a membership to Woollahra Library each Xmas, to my mother, who'd travel across Sydney to pick up books, and to Mrs Cotton who always knew what my sisters and I would love to read next.

I remember one of these terrorising my eighteen-month old son as he tried to protect his scotch finger biscuit!

Which one of Rosemary Sutcliff's should I choose? 'Knight's Fee'? 'Warrior Scarlet'? 'Eagle of the Ninth'? When my back's to the wall, I choose 'The Lantern Bearers'. Aquila suffers so much, learns so much, and the book is so finely wrought. His last message to his sister makes me cry every time!

Who stole my ladder!?*&#

Fabulous photos in your blog. Makes me homesick!!