Episode 7 The Gypsy Camp
The visit to White Owl Island with my guide Sophia had turned into a meditative time rather than one with any inherent sense of adventure. On return, Sophia dropped me in a shaded grassy patch at Dumwash within sight of the Gypsy Camp which was starting to stir.
"Time to catch up with the revellers" she said. " Look for Lois and Gail, they will make you welcome." And so she left me again.
At last I was ready both physically, and in spirit, I had indeed done the "hard yards", and turned towards the Gypsy Camp. Thus it was that I came to sit with Gail and Tinker alongside her waggon, as she boiled the billy for me..(and indeed there was a hint of gumleaves in the air again.) I listened to her many adventures on the road to Dumwash and the wisdom she had gained on the journey. We were joined by Lois and she too spoke of the courage tempered with understanding which had led her this far. She had survived the pitfalls and unknown terrors along the way. What struck me with both was their sense of joy and eagerness for the adventure and serependity of each tomorrow.
Soon we were chatting like soulmates, and I knew again...as I had so often found through life....the beauty and the gift that is the friendship of fellow travellers. In their presence I had found the essence of friendship....finding someone less scared than you are to share the journey!
Friends walk part of the path with you,
Pitch your tent and see you through.
Laugh when your days are sunny and long,
Cry when all your dreams go wrong.
Hope for your future. Bring you flowers.
Sit by your side through the long dark hours.
Give you a hoist when the goings tough,
Boil the billy when you've had enough!