I am about to continue my work of fiction - begun here three blogs ago, on 31/10/24, and titled 'Rusty Long, with most of his life behind him..' And so it goes .... In the way of ageing men, Rusty often ruminated on his life now. Why had he left home at fourteen to see the world, instead of ... READ the POST

I've been thinking about the fabric of people in places. There will probably come a time when I leave this property - one way or another. I am thinking of other local historic places I have visited - Anlaby Station, Bungaree and the like. How fortunate we are to have had their founding families ... READ the POST

In the after-glow of Christmas, we were sitting in our arm-chairs, pre-dinner reds in our hands, listening to Chris Rea and talking our heads off, as we still do. With a lifetime of stories to tell, we wonder if we'll ever run out and be still of them. Anyway, this was the scene. There was a ... READ the POST

Our seasoned journalists with camera crewsshow us the other side of our privileged livesIn war-torn countriesvictims of missiles and bombspick through fragments of their former livesChildren with dirt-smeared tear-stained facesstand confused afraid aloneMen shift rubblestone by stonewithout hope but ... READ the POST

She saw him aheadcrossing the roadwith dog on leadA lithe manblue jeans with black jumpersoft leather shoesMao hat They crossed slowlyShe had to brakeReckless she thoughtA little arrogant perhapsexpects traffic to stop for himbut no They crossed two metres in front of herand she smiled Old ... READ the POST

How lovely it always feels to sit at my computer ready to pour forth some story, a poem maybe, words. My happy place. There are thousands of ways people make themselves happy. I hope that even those with shitty lives - those abused, those homeless, hungry, grieving can find a little happiness ... READ the POST