The Tweed River in New South Wales that is, deep and wide and meandering through impossibly lush green fields and pastures on the volcanic plain around Wollumbin.
My sister’s Queenslander is on the river and they are in process of choosing and planting their fruit trees, since practically everything sub-tropical will grow there – pecan, mango, pawpaw, bananas, citrus, and they already have passionfruit, and black grapes so sweet and aromatic it was impossible not to eat them from the vine – though the fruit bats eat them too. And the cockatiels, and rainbow lorikeets, and sulphur crested cockatoos! It is another world.
I love the simplicity and emptiness of her house – she is renting it out this year, so we stripped the few personal items from it when we left. What remains is polished floors, boarded walls, white slipcovered sofas, flat-weave rugs, like the essence of a summer place.
But most of all I love her doorknobs…