The squabbling screeches of feeding bats woke me in the dark of 5 a.m., at which time I also heard the wails of bush stone-curlews pealing out into the long mid-May night. An hour later, darkness lift...
Under a mid-morning mix of cloud and sun, Vilis, Janis, and I drove north from Townsville through open savannah woodland and fields of sugarcane to Ingham, and then headed west toward Girringun Nation...
A new feel pervaded the air this morning when I cycled into the Ross River Parkway, one of freshness and faint coolness, even at 8 a.m. A new crocodile warning sign – one of those permanent, yellow ...
This morning, the Townsville Golf Club course glistened silver with dew, as though an endless bolt of shimmering fabric had been draped over the gentle hills and valleys during the night and left to a...