NORFOLK ISLAND, MARCH 2007
The setting sun’s broad golden beams penetrate the clouds, plummeting deep into the sparkling Pacific Ocean, where this tiny island resides. The wind catches our hair and the full-bodied red warms us as we laugh into the sky, toast our parents in heaven, and reflect.
Today we wandered through crumbling penal ruins, intrigued by history and hardship. The cemetery overlooking the surf whispered of young lives lost, and the Cyclorama superbly showed us their stories.
We bantered with locals, sipped wine in the sun and trawled the shops, finding quality bargains from around the world. Lunch was a stylish affair, merging the remnants of a bygone era with food as good as anywhere. Emily Bay beckoned us with golden sands and tranquil turquoise waters, so different to the rugged coastal walk of yesterday.
Having explored and adored Norfolk Island’s many treasures, we understand why this was Mum’s heaven on earth.