There once lived, in a sequestered part of the county of Devonshire, one Mr Godfrey Nickleby: a worthy gentleman, who, taking it into his head rather late in life that he must get married, and not being young enough or rich enough to aspire to the hand of a lady of fortune, had wedded an old flame out of mere attachment, who in her turn had taken him for the same reason. Thus two people who cannot afford to play cards for money, sometimes sit down to a quiet game for love.
Some photos from the Palm Sunday Rally in Canberra last week. This was my third year. I wonder how many rallies it would take before we set men, women and little children free from those shocking prisons, which we humanely call detention centres.
Some of my absolute favourite people – and beautiful humans!
It was great to hang out with the beautiful Ireland family again and to meet their lovely new addition!