Early this morning, dew shimmered like a glistening sheet fitted to the contours of the golf course’s dips and rises. Mist hung over the parkway’s lawns as I ran past Aplin’s Weir, glad to b...
This morning, the Townsville Golf Club course glistened silver with dew, as though an endless bolt of shimmering fabric had been draped over the gentle hills and valleys during the night and left to a...
