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Mr Christmas lives in Balmain. Not many people know that. Some people think Santa lives at the North Pole, but those of you who follow this blog – and who … Continue reading
The impatient gardener
Was it really only a year ago that we were unpacking boxes? It must have been. The delivery truck from Broken Hill arrived on just such a wet and windy … Continue reading
The Long Journey Home
I was in Nyngan this week when I received news of Jane Lambert’s death. The call came just as wide bands of colour flared in the sky, marking sunset over … Continue reading
The heart of any home
Most tourists in their right minds would never choose to visit the dusty town of Birtamod, a polluted sprawl that dribbles across the main East West Highway in southern Nepal. … Continue reading
Fools rush in
Move him into the sun — Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown… I sat in the sun to drink my tea this morning, listening … Continue reading
Comforts of home
Right now, Sydney feels more like a desert than Broken Hill ever did. It’s not of course, it’s one of the most beautiful cities in the world, a desirable place … Continue reading
Strawberries in the Desert 
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