Town, Lagoon

The earth off the path is straightaway soft.  Behind, the town. Entirely familiar, bitumen, brick and built for purpose.    Ahead, the lagoon.  Unknown, an ancient waterhole with towering paperbarks as silent, alert sentinels.  It flows bone and ligament with the sea.  A watercourse protected, like a dead king’s tomb, guarded by sea one way and … More Town, Lagoon

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… at the stroke of midnight … a bit from a speech … Year 12 Formal 2019

From the very beginning, man has tried to take hold of time – to manipulate it, to control it, to get the better of it … seeking always to beat it, own it, master it. We never have.  We never will.   A little while rabbit heads down a rabbit hole –  “I’m late! I’m late! For … More … at the stroke of midnight … a bit from a speech … Year 12 Formal 2019

Linger a moment

It’s the night before the night before – it’s raucous outside – boys and beer, boys and snooker , boys and banter, boys and red cups filled right up with loaded coke, boys with bags of chips …  “no, ta, we don’t need a bowl – the bag’s fine” boys  … loud banter getting louder … More Linger a moment

… thresholds

Our beautiful old girl – still wrapped in the warmth of those other Troes – enjoying a breath of “me time” between guests … Hold tight … I’m on my way to put a dent in the quiet …. and thank you Kirsten Hill for this sketch of a front door that means the world … More … thresholds

Just buy it …

Well, why wouldn’t you?  The Aussie dollar was  playing a blinder,     we’d had a couple of pretty sturdy emotional knocks and a brush with cancer, why shouldn’t we just find something we liked and see what happens??   Yeah!  France had always been good to us – marvellous holidays, great memories , stunning … More Just buy it …