It’s 11am on a glowing Perth day and I’m walking Molly, my black labrador, by the Canning River. As she sniffs the neat grass edging the footpath, I’m transfixed by gulls, pelicans and black swans floating on the shimmering water. A glimpse of the bottlenose dolphins that call this river home would make my day.
The tranquillity is broken by my ringtone. It’s a FaceTime call from my son, Alex. He’s aiming his camera towards something in the gloom and asking if I can see it.
