While the east coast of Australia awaited the arrival of the tsunami generated by yesterday’s Chilean mega-earthquake measuring 8.8 on the Richter scale, Vilis and I cycled to Aplins Weir and beyond...
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...
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 ...
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 ...