Wednesday, 4 March 2026

The Oldest Rainforest in the World

Cape Tribulation, Queensland, Australia is a long way from home, 3,578 km (2,223 miles) as the crow flies.  Cape Tribulation is a renowned, biologically diverse headland in Queensland's Daintree National Park where the world's oldest rainforest meets the Great Barrier Reef. The Daintree was named by Captain James Cook on June 10, 1770, after his ship Endeavour struck a reef nearby.  The population of this area 123 people.  
The Daintree is of course tropical so has a dry and wet season.


We have been up this way a few times and these are the signs that greet you.  The road is gravel and some of the creeks do not have bridges so you have to drive through them which we did for couple of them.  We didn't go too far before we turned around and headed back to Cairns, Queensland, Australia.


The Chemist place is before you see a fair way from the signs.





You can see from the map where the State of Tasmania is to Cape Tribulation in Queensland, Australia.

Saturday, 28 February 2026

Ashes

A poem I wrote about a war, no war in particular but having said that it's in the desert.  You can draw your own conclusions as to what it is exactly about and perhaps comment your views. 

         ASHES

        i was their rainbow, but where is the sun,
        where is the bright light
        that's supposed to shine down?,
        it's all gone now, it's gone.
        the desert calls them in the night
        angels come,
        my body burns to have them near
        to be their rainbow once more
        it's not going to happen,
        been used and abused
        from afar.
        now the sunlight shines for others
        till that bright light goes out,
        then I will be left alone
        sorrow with grief
        wondering why,
        why I was abused and used
        by men from afar who promised me all,
        maybe some are dead and buried
        in the war.
        who knows if they are lost in the desert,
        ashes by now,
        so, I walk in the sand, sand between my toes
        thinking of those men
        from afar,
        lost and alone I walked and walked,
        bodies everywhere,
        clothes tattered and torn
        on bodies everywhere,
        fire ahead, ashes hot ashes and sand,
        all that was left were just ashes,
        ashes and sand,
        but I'm not there.
        © jmd