The blackberry season is almost over. It came with great abundance and lingered long beyond its usual span. But now the fruit is squishy on the bramble and almost too fragile to pluck. Thus another blackberrying season has come and gone without the involvement it merits. The promise to oneself to carry containers on the… Continue Reading
Today I lunched in a ghost town called Lerryn. Or rather, a ghost village. And there were no actual ghosts. In fact, there were the spasmodic signs of life by way of vehicles passing through, an occasional dog-walker and one or two locals calling into the village store. Totally idyllic; so serene, picturesque and peaceful. Almost… Continue Reading
As yet another birthday approaches (the years are clearly getting shorter) two questions persist in engaging my ailing brain: why am I slowing down … and how much longer have I got? They are not issues that those of lesser years will understand; that only comes with age, and therein lies the rub. Here I… Continue Reading
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