At 5:15 a.m. on a Sunday morning, my only companions on the Ross River Parkway were birds – peaceful doves, little corellas, rainbow lorikeets, mynas, stuttering white-gaped honeyeaters, shrill magp...
At 5 a.m., daylight began tugging away at the blanket of darkness over Townsville, bringing with it clear skies and birdsong in an eclectic collection of voices that included the sweetly husky tremo...
Early this morning I strode past the rich green of rain-fed vegetation on the Townsville Golf Club beneath dark periwinkle clouds decorated with tufts of white. From Bicentennial Park, I watched the t...
Torrid heat poured down onto Townsville, causing me to ooze copious amounts of sweat as I washed walls and ceilings and scrubbed grout between shower stall tiles with a soapy toothbrush. I think I ...