I stand on the brow of a small hill on a genteel suburban street. It is just past sunrise and the light appears liquid and effervescent. Birds call to each other in enthusiasm for the new day. I look one way. I see mist rolling over the hills, creeping down to the plain below. I
Category: Lifestyle
A Snapshot Story for the Daily Post. It was a quiet Saturday but K had the idea to make our own pasta. Being Adelaide, of course, friends dropped by, and so before we knew it, we had a pasta production line and party. As we hadn’t made pasta before, the first successful rolling caused much
It became clear very quickly, and of course I knew already, that London is not Adelaide, or even Sydney or Melbourne. It wasn’t the swarming crowds, or the multiculturalism or pound shops or even the weather (about the same at the moment). Neither was it the grown, some would say overgrown, men sporting Premier League
Dr D in Oz 