An Artists Story…

AFTER ADMIRING LITTLE BEACH SHACKS THAT WERE BUILT BUT OFTEN DISAPPEARED WITH THE NEXT TIDE ALONG RED BEACH FOR YEARS, AROUND EASTER 2018 I FOUND MYSELF STUNNED LOOKING AT A MASSIVE STRUCTURE THAT SEEMED...

Quiet Heroes

Many celebrations this year have been postponed because of COVID19. One is the official opening of the Joondoburri Walk. It is located behind the Bribie Island Community Kindergarten, 34 Cotterill Avenue, Bongaree. The wonderful...

Luxuries and Necessities Part 2

Last time, we saw that fresh fruit and veggies, servants, ready-made clothes, television, and the Internet have all graduated from luxury to necessity status. Here are a few more things. When I was a child,...

The Wheels of Change

His day starts at sun-up with a walk along the beach followed by a swim, then a 30 second journey to work instead of his previous life that included 1.5 hour drive to work...

Getting Older

My regular readers will, by now, have worked out that I am no longer in the first flush of youth. Far from it, yet I do not yearn for my younger years, there are...

The Exploding Breakfast Sausage or, another weapon of Mass Destruction

Once long ago in a hemisphere half a world away I was engaged in winning business for Australia in the land of the Poms. My sad story takes place in a notorious seaside place...

Luxuries and Necessities Part 1

The Covid crisis has given me time to think. What exactly is a necessity? And what is a luxury? The term is used in advertising - “Luxury Cruises” and Luxury Accommodation” come to mind. But...
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THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLED

Fire is not a gentle master! It is 17 years since my husband, son, golden retriever, Charlie, and I survived the Firestorm that hit Canberra on Saturday 18 January 2003. This was the worst natural...

ARRIVAL – Scaling & Filleting

My husband and I were both what was termed “frying pan fishermen”, meaning if you can’t eat it; don’t bother trying to catch it. Not for us big game fish, but small sweet winter...
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ARRIVAL – Part 1

How well do I remember that November evening when I first stepped out of the plane that had brought me and my Australian husband to Brisbane International airport, only to be met by a...