Domino Trail: Trentham to Lyonville return
It struck me as I was trampling along the Domino Trail yesterday that our budgeteers are actually making communism look attractive. But the fertile ideas spreading here had more to … Continue reading
Douglas Apsley and Freycinet National Parks: Tasmania
I’d been wondering if my pancreas was channelling Tex Perkins to inform me that the honeymoon is over, baby. Like a lover in denial of the breakup I was seeking … Continue reading
Nukan Kungun hike, Coorong National Park: South Australia
“You’re going alone?” That was the overwhelming response in the lead up to my inaugural solo overnight hike. Some people seemed perplexed by my craving for solitude. Others expressed concern, … Continue reading
Wandering Wednesdays #1: Tom’s Mine, Greater Bendigo National Park
One day a kid I went to school with turned up unannounced with a stark white patch on his head. Not grey. Pure white. About the diameter of an apple. … Continue reading
Happy Rainbow: A Modern Day Bush Dance
It took a couple of days to excavate the dirt from my nostrils. Thousands of feet boogying in the bush and my nose didn’t want to miss out on the … Continue reading
Gearing Up: From Insulin Cooler Bags to Polish People Plucking Geese
Heatwave. Insulin in the fridge and no significant walks, lest I pass out or get crisped by fire. I go through a lot of blood testing strips in hot weather. … Continue reading
And the word for 2014 is…
CREATION. Don’t worry, my version is fig leaf free. I’ll expound on the word choice in a sec. But to embrace this year’s declaration, it’s become apparent that I first … Continue reading
Spot the difference: Lyonville Fireman’s Ball
With the first sip of the UDL I was having a Blue Light Disco flashback. Back then it was two sculled cans in the public toilets to the rear of … Continue reading
Hypos from the Land of Slumber
Once I awoke as I was salivating on a chicken parma. This morning’s signal was me disrupting a meandering nonsense conversation with a friend in a bank, which morphed into … Continue reading
Inner City Green and Branch Stacking: Yarra Bend Trail
I was a country kid who could not wait to escape to the big smoke once I’d finished school. In my late 30s I boomeranged back, hankering for greenery and … Continue reading
