A sunset below the clouds with a line of ibis flying home to roost
Ibis coming home to roost, Byron Bay. Image courtesy of the author

I am addicted to clouds. Odd for an Englishman but, perhaps, not so odd for an ex-Pom transplanted to this land of flat horizons and gigantic sky.

Looking at a cloud was almost impossible in my youth because when I looked up it was almost impossible to look at anything but clouds. Looking up at the more than fifty shades of grey that define English skies was pointless and depressing, so I didn’t.