This morning, I cycled Townsville’s Ross River Parkway as though gathering memories to last a lifetime. The paved path was damp from overnight rain, its green verges irregularly peppered with ...
There is, I have decided, no one term to describe Railway Estate that immediately paints a clear picture of the Townsville suburb in which Vilis and I lived for our first three weeks in Townsville. I ...
In the lifting darkness of 5:30 a.m., my bicycle light cast a white beam onto the paved path beside the golf course as I rode south in the Ross River Parkway. Sprinklers on the golf course pushed long...
The ambience of Townsville at 6:10 a.m. struck me as being muted – the muted “doodle-doos” of peaceful doves tucked against the receding night, the muted air still and thick with humidity, the m...