A quiet, windy and occasionally sunny Sunday in Fremantle, reminding me why I live in this dry, dusty, far flung big town on the edge of the Pacific, thousands of miles from anywhere.
I swam 10 lengths before getting a bit cold, happy with that as I haven’t swum for a couple of months. My head phones didn’t work and it was rather peaceful just swimming along, although I’m praying that they’ve just run out of charge. I definitely want to bet back into the habit of regular swimming, how far doesn’t really matter but the motion and exercise do matter, and I am a complete convert to open air swimming, even if it means a dash back into the changing rooms at the end.
Then over the road to Fremantle Art Centre, a beautiful old building. Once a hospital, it’s now a quirky art centre, with exhibitions throughout the year. Just now is a retrospective on the Indigenous ladies who were the first here in WA to become known in what was a very male dominated field. Beautiful paintings, and I think I might be going back for a second visit. The fact the coffee in the cafe is good certainly helps, and the exhibitions are generally free so very accessible to the community.
And now for the rest of the afternoon, as the rain comes down …