Postcard from the West

I have my toes in the Indian Ocean, a salt crusted skin and some vitamin D in my system. We go to bed early and wake up with the birds. We’re 5000kms from home and as surely as the kilometres have peeled away under our tyres so the anxieties of leaving have given way to the rhythm of the road.

On our way through Broome I bought actual postcards and so I …