Decade-long Drought

In the midst of the night, I pulled myself up through caverns of sleep to identify a sound that impinged on my senses – a deep, resounding roar overhead. It was rain – rain unlike any I had heard...

Gathering Ross River Parkway Memories

This morning, I cycled Townsville’s Ross River Parkway as though gathering memories to last a lifetime.  The paved path was damp from overnight rain, its green verges irregularly peppered with ...

Images from Railway Estate, Townsville

There is, I have decided, no one term to describe Railway Estate that immediately paints a clear picture of the Townsville suburb in which Vilis and I lived for our first three weeks in Townsville. I ...

Fever Mosquitoes and Dusk on Castle Hill

In the lifting darkness of 5:30 a.m., my bicycle light cast a white beam onto the paved path beside the golf course as I rode south in the Ross River Parkway. Sprinklers on the golf course pushed long...