Well, here we are at Sydney airport, waiting for the flight home. It really does not seem that long since we were leaving Exeter to come here, but what a lot we have done and experienced since then! And what a lot of memories we have created!
Reflecting back on our time down under, I have been struck by the friendliness and informality of the Australians – always ready to chat, whether you are in the sea jumping waves, eating fish and chips at Kiama, or queuing up at the checkout in Coles. They are always there to help or give good local advice, and they really do say ‘G’day, mate, how ya’ going?’ But I have to say that I have also been struck by the invisibility of the indigenous people here, the Aborigines, and aboriginal culture. It is present more as an extra than as part of Australia and, to me, it is sad that the people who lived here for 60,000 years before white people even knew there was an Australia have no strong place in modern Australia. In their understanding of the land and the sea, we could learn a lot!
Our time has also been dominated by the bushfires: on arriving in Sydney, the first thing I noticed was the smell of woodsmoke, and on our last day this morning, as we opened our balcony doors, we were hit by the same smell. The bushfires have been news headlines throughout our time here, and still are as we leave. We have experienced the smoke-out days, the orange sky and dusk in the mid-afternoon, and the phenomenal winds that the fires create. And we have seen the burnt-out, charred bush left behind and the trail of the fires’ destruction. We have learned a lot too about management of bush fires and how they are getting worse over time, as Australia heats up and dries out. I had not realised that Australia has not taken much positive action on climate change, and many people here are calling for more action. I will certainly be even more determined to re-use things more, to reduce how much we throw away, and to look carefully at what things are made of.
My strongest reflection, though, on our time here is on the wonder of the wildlife. The birds have been truly wonderful – with their loud calls, their bright plumage, and their funny behaviours. Even today, as we walked through the Botanical Gardens in Sydney, we saw kookaburras in the trees, watched the ibis trying to steal food from customers in the cafe, and heard the weird song of the pied currawong. And I haven’t even mentioned the koalas, the kangaroos, the wallabies, the platypuses… The most shocking thing I heard here was that (even without the added bushfire problem) the forecast is that koalas will be extinct by 2050, because of the cutting-down by humans of their eucalyptus trees. That cannot be right!
Australia is a land of superlatives: we have seen the biggest blowhole in the world at Kiama; descended on the world’s steepest railway at Katoomba; heard the noisiest cicada in the world on Mount Keira; loved the behaviour of the bird with the largest beak in the world (the Australian pelican); watched the most dangerous bird in the world (the cassowary); and seen (in a tank, thank goodness!) the most venomous snake in the world, the inland taipan. The list could go on. The beauty of the coastline, with the Pacific pounding the shoreline; the endless roll of the bush, humming with life; and the wonder of the wildlife will stay for us for a long time.
But now we are saying goodbye, with a little sadness. But as Grandad, and probably somebody else more famous, said: Don’t be sad that it’s over, be glad that it happened. We are indeed glad!
























































