Beneath a brilliant blue sky, I cycled through the Ross River Parkway as far as Aplin’s Weir, where water dribbled over the top of the concrete barrier in a scene far removed from the pounding f...
Beneath clear skies bordered with a frill of white cloud in the west, I strolled the northern and western edges of the Townsville Golf Club, which – as proudly proclaimed at the golf club gates – ...
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 ...
On Saturdays, when Vilis and I shop for groceries, we make a point of buying something new – fresh figs, dragonfruit, Tim Tams, paté with port, wine-infused fig and almond cheese dip, and so on. On...