At 0800 I walked beneath clear skies from the Banff Centre to the Bow River Hoodoos Trail, the 3°C air nipping at my gloved hands. Tall, straight pines edged the trail, and I thought how different th...
Today I recalled walking our long access road through the woods to Balmoral Road fourteen years ago, my mind filled with nothing but an image of breakthrough. One doe on the lawn is what Vilis spotted...
This morning, beneath a sky overcast and still (the lull before the snowstorm forecast for tomorrow) I walked to the Balmoral Grist Mill, a heritage building dating from the late 19th century and loca...
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 ...