Mesmerised anew by an old book

LAST weekend was the long Easter holiday Down Under. It was also, truly, the last moments of summer here in the Southern Hemisphere. The day began with cloudy skies and the occasional cold breeze. It was a pleasant day for a picnic, so we took the kids to a place called McCarrs Creek, some 50km from central Sydney.

We lugged our kayak onto the roof of the car, packed up what we’d need. The kids had their own bags, and I’m sure you can guess that books took up much of the space. My daughter, after 10 weeks in kindergarten, is now able to read simple books on her own, and she, too, had books in her bag.