Writing woman
The voice of a retired widow, with time to indulge in the glories of our Peninsula. I wake every morning to a view of the bay; fishing boats, still on glass, cruise ships leaving, distant view of the You Yang’s, sail boats bobbing in the evening.
University of third age offer a myriad of courses from computer to Confucius, poetry to philanthropy. I bask in its glory. Meeting friends on the coffee trail, the library, cinema and markets. Woodland drives, koalas’ echidnas and ‘roos even the occasional cow! Vineyards with tastings around every corner.
When safe and cosy, wrapped in contentment, I sink into downy cushions with my latest book club novel. This is my voice.