Category: ex-pat

Sunshine and shark

On the night of my birthday there was a massive storm, the strongest winds recorded for a long time. Today the sun was out, the tide was out and the Sunday walkers were out. The beach which last week was pristine and regular as sandpaper, was awash with detritus from the ocean: rocks, shells, seaweed,

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Thirty-one seven part two

Whisked away by cab from stormy shores to Hindley Street, Adelaide’s notorious red light area. Where was she taking me? To the gastronomic mini-precinct of Leigh Street. First stop, cava and pinxtos (Basque tapas) at Udaberri. Sitting by the window, we could be in another city, Madrid in winter, or Melbourne in any season. Then

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