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...
We expected many things to be different from Canada when we went to Australia; we expected that it would be hot and humid, that there would be colourful birds and palm trees, and that people would spe...
Jolted from sleep by our 4:30 a.m. alarms, Vilis and I were nonetheless striding up the Castle Hill road by 5:15 a.m., our leg muscles stretching out the stiffness resulting from yesterday’s bushwal...