Here is the poem I spoke about in my blog yesterday. Written in the seventies - inspired as I was then, by poets like Bob Dylan, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac. Some walk in my puddlesbut others don't see themor even meTheir eyes are shielded by colour TVand brochures selling 'Freedom is a ... READ the POST

Ok. Here we are at the end of another month. What do I write about today? What would my readers be interested in? Hard to know, so I guess a little of what I've been up to lately. I haven't been on any trips recently but have enjoyed, in a different way, the beauty of my region. It has been a ... READ the POST

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