The Fisherman and the Bucket

Congratulations to Doug Jacquier for this fabulous story about a teacher’s first adventures in Broome, Western Australia.

Broome, also known as Rubibi by the Yawuru people, is a coastal, pearling and tourist town in the Kimberley region of Western Australia, 1,681 km (1,045 mi) north of Perth. The urban population was 14,445 in June 2018[1] growing to over 45,000 per month during the peak tourist season (June to August).[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broome,_Western_Australia

Six Crooked Highways

As you fly in to Broome in the dry season, there is a distinct line between the red pindan desert and the violent green of the tropical vegetation and then another one between the green and the cobalt blue of the sea. It never fails to draw gasps from tourist passengers and then again as the plane descends, seeming inevitably about to clip the top of the screen of the open-air picture theatre and then bump onto the tarmac.

However, during the wet season, the contrasts are more muted and the leaden grey sky sucks the blue out of the ocean. As I descend the plane steps, my clothes instantly turn into a clingy limpness in the humidity. I recognise the principal, David Jessop, from my initial interview in Perth a few weeks ago, waving through the bars of what seems to be a tropical prison. As I wait for…

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Author: Marsha

Hi, I'm Marsha Ingrao, a retired educator and wife of a retired realtor. My all-consuming hobby is blogging and it has changed my life. My friends live all over the world. For thirty-five years, I lived in the most beautiful area in Central Valley of California in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains minutes from the Sequoia National Park. As a child I moved from Indiana to Oregon. With my first husband I moved from Oregon to Colorado to California. Every time we moved, it hurt so much to leave friends. I never wanted to move again. After Mark passed, I married again. I told Vince that I could never budge from my roots in California. He said he loved the high desert. I don't think he ever thought he would realize his dream. In November, 2020, we sold everything and retired to the mile-high desert of Prescott, AZ. We live less than five miles from the Granite Dells, four lakes and hundreds of trails with our dog, Kalev, and two cats, Moji and Nutter Butter. Vince's sister came with us and lives close by. Every day is a new adventure.

9 thoughts on “The Fisherman and the Bucket”

    1. It is. Doug is going to be one of my Story Chat guests in a couple of months. I love his writing style. We talked about doing this story through email, and I couldn’t see how it would come out. When he wove it all together, it answered all my questions perfectly. He decided to do a different story for Story Chat, though. Thanks for reading, Yvette. 🙂

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