Easter Sunday was a family day for the Tozers. Three of their children and five of their grandchildren gathered in Putney Park, on the banks of the Parramatta, for a family picnic. Plans for a barbecue went sideways when it turned out that shops were closed, but Rhonda quickly turned famine into feast and created a delicious meal out of ingredients on hand.
Kerry Tozer’s kayak was the hit of the day. In the photo below, Robin takes his turn paddling out among the moored sailboats and back again with a huge smile on his face.
Next morning we sailed out of Sydney Harbour in a pouring rain. Dark had fallen, and even the rain couldn’t dampen our delight in our last view of Australia. Windows in the towers of commerce were lit, as were the streetlights along the quay. It was like a brightly lit Christmas scene, the last gift of our stay Down Under.
As we sailed away from Australia, I thought of these lines from “My Country” by Dorothea MacKellar. The poet and novelist was only nineteen when she penned them, but they are among the best-known lines in Australian poetry.
“I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror—
The wide brown land for me.”