@kmakm all help greatfully received fabric wise. And I HATE pink!
@Sister I am so glad that you travelled through the Kimberley pre children. It has not changed much. Just as lovely. And yes there are always boabs near water.
@Harvey1903 we are somewhat "close" to Katherine. Just a tad down the road (1400 kms). But hey, distance is relative.
You simply must play a round of golf on our course. Just to make the course interesting there's a great big boab tree on each tee - usually just where you are. My husband was involved in creating the depressions in the greens back in 1993. He used a D4 Dozer! You also have to dodge the Agile Wallabies! So cute.
@Artferret before retirement days my husband and I owned the best little newsagency in town - or so our customers told us - they were being kind. Inspirations magazine was my must read. That is, I read it and then put it back on the shelf, as all good newsagents do! Need to know the product! And you are right who cares about the cost. Life's short and mine is a little shorter now.
Now all - I had better come clean on exactly where I live. My home town is Derby Western Australia in the Kimberley region.
We are 221 kms northeast by road from Broome. Derbyites call Broome our seaside suburb. There's a "little" animosity between Broome and Derby.
We are a warts and all town. We are not pretty. Except for our main street. The centre islands of Loch Street are planted with boab trees. Many times I see tourists standing in the centre islands taking wide angled photographs of the avenue of boabs.
We are just us. A mixed town - 50/50 aboriginal and white but we all try to get along. Like other country towns we have our share of social problems.
Geographically we are at the bottom of the King Sound surrounded by mud flats. Hot and very humid. The wet season storms are electrifying and stunning. Great for photographers who live lightening shots.
We have the highest tropical tidal range in the southern hemisphere. High tide is 13 metres with low tide at 0 metres. It is awe inspiring to stand on our jetty which juts out into the sound 250 metres and watch the tide racing in and out.
Isolation is what you make of it. At times it can be overwhelming. However the sense of community, the care and concern and the help is always there.
Will we ever leave? With good fortune smiling on us we hope not. To leave would break our hearts.
When I am welcoming newcomers I tell them that Derby is a town that you absolutely love or absolutely hate. There's nothing in between.
