Beating heart of Broken Hill
I drive out to the desert most days, park the car on a patch of dirt and set off towards a line of hills. In late afternoon the coming night … Continue reading
March 27, 2013 · 2 Comments
Pick me. I know you want to.
Pick me. I know you want to. Besides you’ll be doing me a favour I might only have a few days left, one or two at most. What if today’s … Continue reading
March 21, 2013 · 4 Comments
Fifty shades of Shiraz
We grow grapes. We even get to eat them when we can outwit the birds. The green table grapes are delicious, like a glass of elderflower champagne at an English … Continue reading
March 14, 2013 · 6 Comments
Why I don’t cut the lawn. Or drive at night.
I don’t cut the lawn because Clyde doesn’t have a lawnmower. Besides, I’d be doing Joe out of a job. Joe cuts the lawn, has done for years, and he … Continue reading
March 7, 2013 · 8 Comments
Strawberries in the Desert 