Although it’s said that familiarity breeds contempt, I’d say it more commonly breeds a lack of appreciation. This morning, I abandoned plans to cycle along the parkway because of impending downpou...
Until I came to Townsville, ‘steamy darkness’ was a term I’d only encountered in novels. This morning, I ran and walked in it, until the slow approach of dawn stole away darkness and rain washed...
At 7 a.m., Vilis and I hit the road for the rainforest village of Paluma about 80 kilometres northwest of Townsville, having decided to explore the rainforest tracks that we didn’t tackle on January...
By morning, the mesmerizing clouds of last evening had disintegrated into a rumpled grey roof over the Townsville sauna. Darkness still clung to the streets at 5:40 a.m., so I held my watch up close t...