Being fifty-something, I know that the world’s a better place with whisky in it. And, as a writer, I know how creativity sparks in stunning, scenic environments, the more distant from the commitments and distractions of day-to-day life the better. (I give you Hannah Kent, Iceland and Burial Rites.) So, how did I not know… Continue reading 2016 Glenfiddich Artists in Residence Prize
Being fifty-something, I love journeying back through time, revisiting places woven into my past. When I was in my late teens, the Great Ocean Road was a rite of passage: a destination for every newly licensed driver and a carload of their friends. We lived (and still do) within an hour’s drive of the sweeping coastal… Continue reading Touring the Great Ocean Road icons (after thirty-something years)
If you’ve been following along, you already know that we’ve been hokey-pokeying about subdividing our principal home property. I told you a little about it here. And a little more about it here. It’s a slow old process. It’s already given us dozens of should we/shouldn’t we conversations and shiploads of stress-induced insomnia. And we haven’t… Continue reading Adventures into subdivision #3
“It’s dusk. You’re canoe-gliding across a remote forest-fringed lake, the air bristling with birdcalls and eucalyptus aromas. From the water, skeletal grey tree trunks claw for the sky. Your guide gestures towards a ripple and (at last) you’ve got what you came for … a platypus encounter in the wild.” It’s months since I wrote… Continue reading Lake Elizabeth, deep in the Otways
Being fifty-something, I’ve got several decades worth of tinned/canned beetroot under my belt. It’s only in the last couple of years that I’ve learned to love fresh beetroot, gathered in glorious crimson-bottomed verdant-topped bouquets at the local farmers’ markets. I’ve even explored the beetroot’s lesser-known (but in some ways prettier) cousin, the choggia. And …… Continue reading Cheeky and Chunky Roast Beetroot and Walnut Dip
being fifty-something 