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Short Story: Middle Earth

Windsurfer: Gold Coast, Australia

Rhian parked up in the last available space in the tiny school car park. Just one space left! Quickly, she manoeuvred the car into the spot.

Looking down at the brand-new dashboard, she switched off the engine, still coming to terms with driving the large jeep-like people carrier that they had bought the previous week. Matt’s enthusiasm as they left the car sales showroom the previous week was entrancing, and they’d taken advantage of the powerful engine as they drove down the Pacific highway,

‘What would they think of this back home?’ he’d laughed, ‘We can drive onto the beach and allsorts, it’s awesome!’

Jack and Carys had giggled at his enthusiasm, strapped in the back of the humungous vehicle, Carys looking small in the large car seat.

They’d been living in Australia for just over a month now, and were loving it. The lifestyle was laid back, the weather fabulous, the scenery breathtaking. The route to the border to New South Wales had taken them past eucalyptus trees, glimpses of azure blue ocean, and the smell of frangipani overwhelming the senses. They were lapping up the sights and sounds of this new landscape. Just last weekend they had picnicked up beautiful Mount Tamborine with its gorgeous views of the Pacific Ocean, and the high-rise apartments that made-up Surfers Paradise. From this height the apartments looked like little Lego pieces arranged along the coastline.

‘Mam, hurry up or I’ll be late. I can see Ryan over there, waiting for me!’ Jack’s voice broke into her thoughts.

She glanced at his eager face and smiled. He had settled beautifully into his new school with the minimum fuss and bother, enjoying the Australian school environment. Any nerves that she had felt were diminished the very first day when Jack had skipped out of school, chatting away to a group of other boys. At nine years old, he was young enough to adapt quickly to his new life. Carys on the other hand, was not so keen on the crèche that they’d enrolled her into. Rhian thought that she was still cranky from the long plane journey and the heat. She was not sleeping as soundly as she had in Wales. Rhian made a mental note to buy a free-standing fan to help cool the evenings.

Unbuckling the car seat, she held onto their hands whilst they crossed the road to the school gates. The sun was already a golden globe in the sky, promising another day of hot sunshine. She smiled to herself as she remembered the first week that she had stood at the school gates waiting for Jack to appear. She had been chattering away to Carys when they were surrounded by a group of nine-year-old boys, Jack included.

‘Hi mam, this is Ryan, and Tyler, and Blake. I told them we are from Wales.’

‘Hello boys, how did school go?’ Rhian replied, looking at the faces gazing up at her with what can only be described as utter confusion.

Jack giggled as he looked at their puzzled faces.

‘You must speak slower, mam,’ he giggled.  ‘They are just getting used to your Welsh accent. Either that, or they think you are from Middle Earth!’

‘Don’t be cheeky, Jack!’ she replied, adjusting Carys t-shirt, Across the front were the words: I Heart Australia in bold gold and green letters.

Suzanne Bowditch



Byron bay

Byron bay is the most easterly point of mainland Australia. It is a mecca for backpackers and tourists from all over the world. It is very hard to spot an Aussie accent amongst the South American,French, Eastern Europe and British voices relaxing at street side cafes and bars nestled along the seaside streets. Street art adorns most side streets, giving it an eclectic feel, a hippie vibe that is less noticeable in the southern beaches of Sydney.

It is also one of my favourite spots to visit in New South Wales. Take all your troubles and pack them away as you enter a different vibe in Byron. You get the impression that life is to be enjoyed and should be bohemian and chilled. Take an hour to browse the tiedyed colourful t shirts in the many boutiques, jostling for space with crystal shops and upmarket galleries. The smell of incense is everywhere, filling the mind and creating a wacky ambience, where long flowing dresses rule and bare feet are a part of the mood. Peace for all.

#Byron bay #beach #surf #hippylifestyle

Free Giveaway this weekend: Elen A Celtic Trilogy

In preparation for my new Murder Mystery available just in time for the Christmas rush, I have made my first book Elen A Celtic Trilogy available as a FREE GIVEAWAY until Monday. Link available by clicking on the title above…..

Enjoy your weekend, all 🙂

Elen A Celtic Trilogy Suzanne Bowditch

Book Review

Image-2An Isolated Incident – Emily Maguire

Having just recently enjoyed the psychological thriller Pretty Baby by Mary Kubica, (set in Chicago) I was looking forward to settling down with this new psychological thriller, set in a small rural town in Australia.

The premise of the book grabs the reader immediately;

-Bella Michaels, 25 years old and a care assistant in a nursing home, is brutally murdered and left on a secluded road outside the small town of Strathdee,

-the town is naturally stunned, no more so than the victim’s devastated older sister Chris, a barmaid in the local pub,

-Chris plunges into deep despair and depression, is suspicious of every man who walks into the pub, and starts having visions of her dead sister,

-Added to that, the media descends on the town and the usual circus ensues.

I plunged myself into this read with enthusiasm and anticipation, and I was initially not disappointed. BUT as the book unravels, the focus leans more towards the two main characters -Chris the sister, and May the reporter, rather than the actual murder itself. I wanted to know more about the murder, but instead got viewpoint’s from Chris (real good character development, if a little unlikable) and May the reporter (also flawed).

There are themes of domestic violence, misogyny, the media treatment of murder victim’s especially young women, BUT then it became not so much a thriller as a drama.

The attack became secondary to the development of the characters – not a bad thing in itself, but this, to me, was a psychological drama.

I give it 3 1/2 out of 5. 🙂


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