Canberra does autumn so well. Its the best Australian capital- bar Hobart- to dieplay the glorious colours of dying leaves against the backdrop of a pellucid blue sky and tranquil lake. But the window of opportunity to relish the perfect days between Easter and Anzac Day can be brief so it’s important to make the most of it.
On the Sunday we chose to go for a bike ride and picnic, everone in Canberra, visitor or local, also wanted to make the most of the seasonal autumn beauty and generous sunshine.
It had been a while since I’d had a decent bike ride and while my grand–daughter attended an activity at the museum and my son took my grandson Jack for a small ride, I cycled by the tranquil lake where people were boating, fishing, rowing and SUPPing (stand up paddling). Such temporary beauty caused me to be reflective. This time of year in Australia is more sorrowful than joyful when we kiss summer goodbye and think of all those young men and women lost in wars past and present and as always, on Anzac day, I think of my father Alan who served in the second world War. But on this pearler of a day, while enjoying our lunch by the lake, I started to look forward not back, to my journey to France in just over a week. Mother nature had provided a bountiful gift, a memory of unique Australian beauty to take with me on my journey