Coming home

This is H (on the left) on the Mackay railway station where we stopped for 30 minutes on the way through.The view from my window at Bowen, where I was thinking of Deborah and enjoying the wonderful variety of mangoes, tomatoes and small crops. It was good to get out, really. I loved the train which mostly whooshed us past backyards and little towns, but also left us in the night sitting like