Until the next time
The holiday in Broken Hill is over and I’m left with the memory of Fiddlewood trees in flower. Each exquisite shock of scent from those tiny flowers could be traced … Continue reading
So that’s where it went
It’s the equivalent of someone leaving the gate open on a farm, only worse because this was deliberate. Someone let the water out of Menindee Lakes. A lake system that … Continue reading
What happened to all the water?
We’ve been in Broken Hill less than a week, and already this town has surprised me. I thought I knew what to expect – after all, we used to live … Continue reading
Back in The Hill
After a 12 hour drive from Sydney we’re back in Broken Hill, where the skies are promisingly grey and the wind is blowing. Could there be rain later? What a … Continue reading
From naked to now
The past week has seen soft rain, filtered sunlight and quiet enjoyment. Yes, quiet. Birds instead of building work. What a waste to have filled the minutes leading up to … Continue reading
The trip to Taree
I wasn’t looking forward to this week. Next-door’s house was scheduled for demolition so the two-day trip to Taree for an International Women’s Day speaking engagement barely got a look-in … Continue reading
Strawberries in the Desert 
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