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  • The legacy of childish things

    One 1970s afternoon in my early years at St Giles School, a film projector was wheeled into the classroom, and we saw a movie I have never forgotten. I think we saw…

  • Sawn Rocks

    Ross and I took a small road trip down to Mt Kaputar National Park today, about 100 kilometers southwest of us. The scenery on the way, the valleys south of Bingara, feel iconic.…

  • Warning or wonder?

    A friend visited the other day and speculated on why the eucalyptus are blooming so enthusiastically at the moment. Is it because they can sense the loom of more devastating drought on…

  • Anthill

    I’ve got a thing about anthills and their mysteries underground. I took this one in the 114 degree heat this afternoon, out in the paddock.

  • Best laid plans

    It’s Saturday and I have the entire weekend now shimmering before me with hours of promise. Well, that’s not entirely true. It’s 9.21am and so I have lost some of it drinking…

  • Introduction

    Somebody, it was my husband actually, suggested that I start a blog. I immediately rebelled, as I often do without thinking things through. “I’m not like that,” I argued. I should say,…