Didn’t we have a lov-erly time…
…the day we went to Manly. It was a picture perfect day in Sydney yesterday, so we took a few hours off. On a whim we caught the ferry to Manly, … Continue reading
Autumn’s in no hurry
It’s autumn here in Sydney, winter is only a month away and our small back yard is pretending it’s still summer. The leaves on the frangipani hold resolute, fat lemons … Continue reading
The Bard in Broken Hill
It’s Shakespeare’s birthday this Sunday, as well as the day he died. He was 52. On Wednesday we joined an audience crammed into a small room above The Toxteth pub in … Continue reading
Doing more with less
How many times have you heard expressions like, look below the surface, looks don’t matter, never judge a book by its cover, less is more? When it comes to dinner parties … Continue reading
Scribble, stop, scribble
To scribble and erase and scribble again. That’s poet Mary Oliver, describing her craft as quoted in this fascinating weekly insight into creative work, Brain Pickings Weekly. Mary was talking … Continue reading
The Outback equivalent of Alice Through the Looking Glass
Broken Hill is full of surprises. Take Thomas Street. Houses line both sides of this busy suburban street. The town’s hospital, health centre, aged care facility and a thriving cafe … Continue reading
Strawberries in the Desert 
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