After running an errand, I took an unplanned walk on a sliver of coast I had previously missed visiting. The day was bright, but a strong breeze was blowing and whipped my hair into chaotic knots. This, plus the fact that I was wearing garden shoes, a dress blobbed with clay, and a cardigan chosen entirely at random, earned me odd looks from a couple of passers-by. My late Australian grandfather would have said that I ‘looked like a refo’.
Inaccurate (and rude) as this might have been about the middle-Europeans who fled their countries to find a new life in Australia after the war, there was definitely an element of escape to my expedition: nobody needed anything, nobody required my presence, I was wearing no watch and had no companion. So I embraced my inner refo, shambled through the shingle in my unsuitable footwear, slovened along holding my cardi round me against the wind, and had all the time I wanted.
I took a lot of photographs. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin: (click into a thumbnail for the gallery)