My South Australia has once again beckoned me. This time The Coorong extended its gentle hand. This mystical hundred kilometre narrow stretch of water makes my heart pound each time I catch first glimpse of it. On the day I approached Meningie, Lake Albert was like a grey boucle carpet, lapping ... READ the POST

Having recently had some alarm bells ringing around my memory, I am feeling thankful for my extremely sharp long-term memory. After some thorough tests it turns out there is no sign of anything nasty and my sometimes hilarious memory lapses are probably caused by chronic insomnia and still loads of ... READ the POST

If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram you will see the odd pic of the house I grew up in. One day I will learn how to attach photos to these blogs and then I will revisit all of them and add glorious pictures to embellish the stories. But for now ........ It was a cream brick, built in ... READ the POST

Sorry I've been away for a while. Took myself on another little holiday to Wallaroo earlier this month. This time felt empowered, a little more confident, optimistic about the prospects of more of these little jaunts. I caught up with a girlfriend I hadn't seen for years. Her husband John and Warren ... READ the POST

As promised, a couple of my poems. The first one is prosey although it has rhythm. I work to create rhythm in my poems. I know how many syllables a word needs to keep my foot tapping as I read. I don't need rhyme, although sometimes its there - accidentally - and sometimes alliteration, which ... READ the POST

In 1973 we left our home in the Barossa. Warren had a long-standing yearning for the open road. So intense was this ache that he was prepared to put our farm in mothballs, seize the day and go. A dissatisfaction with the working arrangements between him and his father had exacerbated it. We sold our ... READ the POST