This morning while I cycled in the Ross River Parkway, sleek, long-winged welcome swallows and richly-hued rainbow bee-eaters swooped and raced over the lawns, a long-tailed pheasant coucal flew to a ...
Today, I seemed to be caught in some netherworld between Tasmania and Queensland, a world of yawning, of washing load after load of camping laundry, of restocking the kitchen with food, of sifting thr...
In rain and the dim light after dawn, Vilis and I departed from Rosebery after availing ourselves of a free breakfast of cold cereal and hot toast courtesy of the Top Pub. Heading south toward Queenst...