"Those were summers when the heart quivered up from the hot yellow gravel and pierced the plaited rushes
of my wide-brimmed hats, summers almost without nights. For even then I so loved the dawn that my mother
granted it to me as a reward. She used to agree to wake me at half past three and off I would go, an empty
basket on each arm, towards the kitchen gardens that sheltered in the narrow bend of the river, in search of
strawberries, black currants, and hairy gooseberries."
foto – dining ensemble in sydney