So pass I hostel, hall, and grange; By bridge and ford, by park and pale, All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide, Until I find the holy Grail.
Author: Life In Camelot
I grew up on Sydney's northern beaches where life was simple yet sublime.
At an early age I told my father I wanted to travel the world and write about it. He responded, “What on earth for?”
It has taken me several decades to get over his response, but now there’s simply no stopping me.
I hope he’d be proud.