Found this letter written by me to my mum - in 1986. She was living in her cottage by the sea near Pennesahaw, Kangaroo Island. The island was a much more isolated place then. Little tourism. Just this big, beautiful, rugged place of farmers, fishermen, the odd teacher, nurse, policeman, publican, ... READ the POST

Newsreader (in news-reading voice) - 'In the early hours of this morninga youth was killed when the car he was drivingleft the roadoverturned and hit a treeHe was Ray Arthur ...... of Fell Stroke Creek' Had you any premonition Rayan hour beforein the protecting presence of your unsuspecting ... READ the POST

Or The Evolution of Parties. My parties. In our family, tradition had it that we were allowed a party every seven years. I'd had one for my seventh, my fourteenth, and after that, a cracking twenty first was on the agenda. However, by the time my friends and I reached sixteen, we considered ... READ the POST

I've been on the road again, although not so much 'on the road' as at the beach. Two different things in this case. A straight run from Tanunda to Aldinga - not much to look at except expressway traffic, until we got to the coast. A girlfriend and I had booked a yurt at Aldinga Beach. A lovely thing ... READ the POST

I recently read a post on someone's Facebook page that depicted a farming life that resonated with me. The page is called The Kindness Croft. I think it's a private group but I'm sure you can become a member by following. Anyway I will pick out some bits that I loved. 'Farm work doesn't only make ... READ the POST

Summer has come at last and I'm happy. My large garden that becomes almost a stranger to me through winter now welcomes me back. The bountiful rains we've had for the last six months have created a lushness, even a flamboyance here. Plants that I haven't seen for years have turned up. In amongst it ... READ the POST