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
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
Why women like Josephine deserve your attention
Josephine Peter is the kind of woman you might pass in the supermarket or spot at the post office. You might smile at her, nod and walk past, that’s if … Continue reading
I could live in a cave
When Sydney gets too much I mumble darkly about leaving. ‘I’ll go and live in a field if I have to!’ Clyde waits for the storm to pass while I … Continue reading
The last time
I had no idea when I wrote ‘Until the Next Time’ that it would be ‘The Last Time’. I began this weekly blog over three years ago to share the … Continue reading
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
Strawberries in the Desert 
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