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

A couple of weeks ago I set out on a little road trip - my first ever holiday alone. The traveller in me won't lie down. It took a couple of intense days preparing to go - mainly spent making sure everything in my extensive garden was well watered to cope with the expected warm weather. As I put the ... READ the POST

I have been wondering what to write in this my January blog. It's not that my life isn't an exciting package of daily surprises. It is, even in these times. I could write a blog called Daily Surprises, but today I picked up a book called 'Paradise is a Place' by Gillian Mears. It didn't take long ... READ the POST