Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
Some experiences stay with you always. For our honeymoon we decided to treat ourselves by paying extra for a helicopter to take us from the mainland to our Island resort only accessible by boat. Sadly, we were informed at the last minute the helicopter had broken down in a paddock and we were to take the dinghy. It was no hardship. The sparkling water was a glorious turquoise, cold and salty, splashing over the boat as we motored across. As it came time to leave we heard âGreat news!â the Chopper is fixed !â Excitedly we waited on the white sandy beach where we were weighed (not fair after your honeymoon) and trussed up in life jackets (yes, life jackets). I jumped in the front seat and felt slightly nervous that my feet were resting on the glass beneath me. I greeted the pilot, a lively character who had âoutback mustererâ written all over him. I looked at his weathered tan face complete with aviators and he broke into a broad mischievous smile . I smiled back and put my headset on, silently praying they had âfixedâ it properly. I had a gut feeling this wasnât going to be your average ride back to shore. We hovered upwards and headed toward the edge of the cliff we were on. I was completely unprepared for the stomach churning drop he plunged us into and before I could catch my breath we were shooting upwards just as quickly, circling back over the resort where the staff were looking up shaking their heads. When I could finally open my eyes, it was breathtakingly beautiful.