This is my week to play, to revisit old haunts, to embrace Townsville in a lingering smooch before Vilis and I head to Canberra to spend six days in the nation’s capital, and then are caught up ...
Oh, blessed freshness after the rain! Last evening’s wild storm – its black power like an invading enemy – has granted Townsville a reprieve from heat and scorching sun. This morning, lighte...
In still-dim light just past dawn, I cycled the parkway to Aplin’s Weir, revelling in my freedom of motion and in the chorus of birdsong awakening the city of Townsville. Magpie geese honked nas...
This evening, as the light of day withdrew, an Australian magpie sang its mournful carol, bush stone-curlews wailed their despairing cries on the golf course, and flocks of little corellas nagged and ...