Beneath clear skies bordered with a frill of white cloud in the west, I strolled the northern and western edges of the Townsville Golf Club, which – as proudly proclaimed at the golf club gates – ...
On Saturdays, when Vilis and I shop for groceries, we make a point of buying something new – fresh figs, dragonfruit, Tim Tams, paté with port, wine-infused fig and almond cheese dip, and so on. On...
We expected many things to be different from Canada when we went to Australia; we expected that it would be hot and humid, that there would be colourful birds and palm trees, and that people would spe...
Jolted from sleep by our 4:30 a.m. alarms, Vilis and I were nonetheless striding up the Castle Hill road by 5:15 a.m., our leg muscles stretching out the stiffness resulting from yesterday’s bushwal...