The Outback is my happy place. It caresses me. Sure it can be harsh, and it is nearly always dry. But throw in some spinifex tinged slightly green with a rare rain and it becomes incredibly soft on the eye. The first night we reached Ingomar five hours north of Pt. Augusta, just on sunset. The ... READ the POST

My amazing road trip ended a couple of weeks ago. Four weeks of long days' travelling but I was enthralled by the landscape at every turn. I am looking forward to sharing much of how I see our beautiful country but it won't be until next week. I'm a stickler for order and rhythm so must get ... READ the POST

Ok. So here I am, as promised, out on the open road once more. While travelling today I remembered how much I loved Walt Whitman's 'Song of the Open Road' back in the early seventies. At the time we were travelling Australia - for two years. So I thought I'd start this post with a few lines from ... READ the POST

With each draft of my memoir I knew I had to be brutal and condense it. The book was going to be much too long. Each time I discarded a vignette it was like losing a child, a part of me, part of my treasured life. However it recently occurred to me that I could put them up here. This first one is ... READ the POST

A few months ago I began this post but in one fell swoop it disappeared from my computer and I couldn't find it. Miraculously it has reappeared today albeit in a weird form, so have printed it off and will reattempt to type and publish it. I received this text from a caring friend and thought it ... READ the POST

JERRY - Jerry arrived in our town in 1985 - opened a cutting edge hair dressing salon in our main street. Of Indonesian birth he'd grown up in Amsterdam. He was tall and slim, long hair, decorated with strong masculine jewellery, and tatts that told the story of his life - like a memoir in ... READ the POST