WELCOME to the first of what will be a weekly series on life in Katherine and the NT through my eyes.
Hopefully in time you will learn something about me, as I learn something about you, and we can become more comfortable with each other.
It’s not intended to be a resume of my past, career or family highlights, that sort of thing, but it’s kind of organic, so we’ll see.
I reckon I’d be very easy to see moving about the town.
Just a week ago I was coming out the back of a harsh Melbourne winter.
As the Scottish comedian Billy Connolly would say, I am not white yet, that will come in a few weeks under the Katherine sun, more a pale blue at the moment.
Thankfully I have spied many tourists with a bluish tinge to their tans as well, so I can blend for a bit.
If you’ve ever been to Melbourne you will see they walk with a deliberate quick march in straight lines.
Pedestrians are expected to walk to the left and never, ever take a diagonal path. That just causes mayhem. Zig-zaggers are sent to Sydney.
So watch out for a bluish blur of legs walking “at city speed”, as my daughter puts it.
I will learn to slow the march over time, perhaps it will need some therapy but only time will tell.
While I hardly know much about you yet, there is one thing which I wish you could consider, this “freshies” business.
“Don’t worry, it’s only a freshie,” you offer.
At my stage of education a crocodile is a crocodile, they have long, scaly bodies and pointy teeth.
I occasionally need to wear glasses to pick up the fine detail of things spotted at a distance.
I am not in the habit of wearing glasses while swimming, you might be the same.
Not being a native, telling the difference between a freshie and a saltie when one is arrowing straight for my lily-white leg, is surely asking too much.
So if there is a thrashing of water into foam down at the low level or anywhere else while enjoying the benefits of living here, when “it’s only a freshie”, then please forgive me.
Obviously I have a lot to learn, crocodile identification being a priority.
By the way, I had flagged I intended to write about Jeannie Gunn’s Sanguine Scot this week but I’ve put that on hold for a bit.