You’ll either be relieved or disappointed to find that this new thing isn’t a confessional tale of exotic entanglements involving kitchen utensils but rather new experiences laying down my head to rest at night.
Near Kurri Kurri I stayed in a bed and breakfast with african animal themed rooms.
I was assigned ‘hippo’.
In Karijini National Park I slept in a swag under the stars. It was a clear cold night and I woke up to a glaze of ice on the thick canvas.
On a station in Western Australia I slept in the compact practicality of the type of donga used by fly in fly out workers.
On Kangaroo Island I lay down my head in the lighthouse cottage at Cape Willoughby listening to the quiet. I thought of the sea crashing against the rocks below and the beam above me casting light into the darkness.