My love of the wild outdoors is thanks to my Dad. Our family wasn't poor, but we didn't have much money to throw around. We lived in an emerging estate. But we could walk down the end of our road to bushland. My Dad's Saturday morning ritual was to walk my brother and I there.
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 9, 2020
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Saturday, 10 October 2020
origin of my love of nature...
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