Home is where it's windy and there are roos everywhere.

Ok, this is the 'home' section. (At least, as close to 'home' as a homeless person living from a backpack can have...) I thought I might run into a few folks interested in what its like where I come from, maybe as some kind of explanation as to how I managed to windup the way I have.... so heres a few snaps of people and places from the wild wild west.

This one is a pic of a kangaroo busted on camera munching away on the grass in front of my parents house in the Perth hills. He looks a bit annoyed, "who put that big house on my favourite patch of grass?'' like.... I used to laugh when visitors from far away places asked "So, do you guys have pet kangaroos in australia?" or similar innocent enquiries. But actually I shouldn't have laughed, 'cause we do! Kind of... they're not very obedient pets though.

This is my mother, enjoying the view from her new pad in the hills. Where are all the roos mum?

Some mates from Perth on Australia day 06 - Happy bunch of chaps aren't they?

My beloved car - An all original 1966 Ford Falcon XP 170 persuit sedan - beautiful isn't she? Alas, the poor old girl has cancer of the sill panels and is a bit lopsided at the moment due to a slipped disc in the under carriage , she's still waiting for me to come home and earn some money to fix her up....

Ok, here's some snaps of my last home in WA - Geradlton (a.k.a Gero). This is my last house, at Point Moore. A very relaxing place to live.....

A typical summer scene at the Point in Geraldton. Lots of wind, lots of kites and no-one on the beach.

A rock solid day at one of my favorite waves... no clues about where this is though. It's usually small and mushy, so I'd go surf somewhere else if I were you... Perth gets good. Really.

<---- N8, Chiara and me at Steep Point