In the fresh air past dawn I strode the parkway path into Bicentennial Park, chasing birds and fitness while the sun washed away grey light with its golden, cloud-sieved rays. Figbirds plucked berries...
After breakfast, I cyled to the nearby suburb of Idalia in Townsville’s east end, my intention to visit the Fairfield Waters wetland. In late May and June, the wetland had been rich with ...
In mid-morning, Vilis and I drove to Mount Stuart, that rearing rampart of pink, north-facing cliffs and steep slopes bristling with savannah woodland that forms an impressive backdrop for James Cook ...
After breakfast, I briefly walked alongside the golf course, where the silver velour of dew lay draped over the greens. The morning chorus of rainbow lorikeets, laughing kookaburras, masked lapwings, ...