It seemed a lot quieter when we were here ten years ago. Since then Broome has really come out of the closet. Ok, not really - already Broome was a tourist mecca for grey nomads, black nomads, city nomads, garden nomads, every nomad you could think of even back then. There's a couple of reasons why that last trip to Broome sticks in our minds though.
In between being called in by the local police as witnesses to murder and flicking on the TV in our Broome hotel room to watch planes fly into the World Trade Centre the last trip here seemed quite eventful for all the wrong reasons.
Eleven years later here we are again and the most exciting thing I can report is that I've discovered how to make hyperlinks from within my blog - oh yeah and its amazing how much the tide changes when you sit there on the beach and watch it every single day. Hope you all are having a similarly exciting time. See yas.
I'm forever blowing bubbles,
ReplyDeletePretty bubbles in the air,
They fly so high, nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams they fade and die.
Fortune's always hiding,
I've looked everywhere,
I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.
I'm dreaming dreams, I'm scheming schemes,
I'm building castles high.
They're born anew, their days are few,
Just like a sweet butterfly.
And as the daylight is dawning,
They come again in the morning!
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When shadows creep, when I'm asleep,
To lands of hope I stray!
Then at daybreak, when I awake,
My bluebird flutters away.
Happiness, you seem so near me,
Happiness, come forth and cheer me!