Without music, life would be a mistake. Friedrich Nietzsche. Welcome to the music room. The loft at the top of the stairs offers a diverse collection of vinyl as well as a crate or two of ...
Just over one hour’s walk gets me to this hut on the Central Plateau. Lady Lake Hut is 1,130 metres above sea level and the walk is steep. Sometimes there is snow outside this window, ...
“Warrawarrawa (they are all dead)”. This is what the Aboriginal people said when Captain Cook’s ‘ghost ship’ arrived at Botany Bay in 1770. The warnings of these ghostly visitors spread ...
Gentle in the morning. Cloaking the table succulents. And the kids as they read their breakfast books. The Light. Abrasive. . . . Then it turns yellow. Then pink. Afternoon spheres, dancing. A ...
Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be ...
It’s easy to miss the smallest blessings. It was a Tuesday, one of the last days of the year. I woke up to tree shadows against the caravan window. This tiny detail made me smile, I grabbed the ...
Each room crawls with trinkets and curiosities from another time. Think cardboard suitcases, leather bound books, wirelesses, floral crockery. See cameras, super 8 video recorders, vinyl, CDs and ...
Sometimes it’s the imperfections that add charm and character, a friend reminded me recently. Thank you for the inspiration Johnny.
Milk maids. Big-head rabbit-tobacco. Pink lady fingers. Twining fringe-lily. Scented paperbark. Love creeper. Pig face. Leopard orchid… …these are some of the plants we encountered on ...
The colour of the morning light as it cuts through the timber cupboards in the kitchen, and across the shiny tiles on the floor. The one time I’m grateful for those black shiny tiles.