Thanks to Willow Croft for arranging and conducting an eco interview with me. Great to reminisce about environment, travelling and writing with someone I feel is on the same wavelength on those topics; and dredge up some memories of writers and creations that influenced me, from somewhere in my memory!
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Werewolf Fantasy Comedy follows Sorrowful Poem
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. Travel can be an emotional rollercoaster, and Grey’s epic solo fantasy travel ramble classic Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps is no different. This episode starts with the quackers quartet about as low as they can go, but then some of Grey’s favourite characters of the whole trip appeared on the horizon, and it was off on another thrilling Werewolf of Oz adventure.
Conveying the Essence of Experience
One of the golden rules of travel writing is to try and take the reader on the journey; experiencing the place and time as closely as it was experienced by the traveller and writer. Grey tried to do this, and hopes it succeeded.
While it can feel like a Groundhog Day Road to Nowhere repeating this epic tale, it can also be beneficial for understanding it as a complete package, as Grey had to work quite intensely to write it, and of course was writing it ‘from the inside’.
And we’ve also noticed some things that could have been included, such as highlighting in the notes of the last episode that the names in the epic literary nonsense poem were Tasmania places: Great Lake, Lake Arthur, Central Plateau, Meander, Mole Creek, Sassafras, Beauty Point and Green Beach.
There’s another little poem in this episode, paying our respects, before the awakening hopefully brings some laughs.
63. GREEN BEACH IS BREACHED WITH DECORUM
We collapsed on the sand; fatigued by our rapid poetic journey through central Tasmania and shock loss upon reaching Green Beach.
We’d hoped the beach would be lusciously welcoming, but now it seemed devoid of spirit, and eerily silent.
Waves of woe
lapped the silent shore,
as we huddled without mirth
within a waning warmth.
Dec O’ Rum Provides a Lift
Just when it was getting too grim for words, we heard a voice reach us from out at sea. It roared, ‘Ahoy, me hearties, would you like a lift to the mainland. I’m on my way to Victoria, and I need a few more deck-hands on board for what looks like a difficult voyage.’
It seemed like great timing, and when my hat shone we agreed it was an irresistible offer. We swam out to the boat with renewed hope. We were helped on board by a rum-swigging sailor, and when I looked around the deck I saw that it was full of rum barrels.
However, despite all the rum on the deck and presumably inside the sailor, he still seemed to have a sense of decorum. So it wasn’t a shock when he introduced himself as Captain Dec O’ Rum.