Our surroundings and circumstances define the people we become. These things shape us. And that is the large appeal of the island for me. I want to live alongside people who are a product of a different environment.
Norfolk Island, unwittingly perhaps, is probably the last bastion of the small but defiant concrete or metal yellow domes installed at road intersections known colloquially as silent cops.
We’ve had gifts of plants for our very spacious and presently rather barren wrap-around veranda, freshly laid eggs, banana cake, massive chunks of pumpkin, a bunch of flowers picked from a garden, and a truck load of split firewood to keep us ticking over – all delivered with smiles, greetings and advice on where to go, what to do, how to do it, and who to ask.