I’m sitting at my desk watching the flying foxes make their nightly voyage out from the Botanical Gardens. Hundreds of bat silhouettes against the darker-by-the-second sky.
Have I mentioned how much I love this flat? How sad I am that we’re leaving?
Well, bugger that! I refuse to give into melancholy. Here’s the view I’ll be enjoying soon:
Â© good friend, brand-new father, and all round artistic genius Robin Cave
That view’s not so bad as all that, is it? Even if there are no flying foxes, or rainbow lorikeets, or ibis, or cockatoos . . .