Enjoy the view
There’s a big red bench in Broken Hill, planted on top of the slag heap that divides north from south. The treeless expanse of broken rock is studded with old … Continue reading
There’s gold in my garden
I struck gold when Lynne Gall gave me a gift of strawberry plants. The clutch of straggling plants, dug up from Langawirra Station and delivered as part of a generous … Continue reading
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
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
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
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