In recent years the winery-festival has become a popular format, particularly with more mature audiences, and equally mature bands. Having an event in a McLaren Vale winery guarantees two further things: decent wines – available by the bottle – giving the proceedings a level of relative sophistication, and a stunning backdrop to the music as
A Saturday Election Day, near closing time, and like good Aussie democrats, we’d been shopping all day. So it was a pedalled panic that brought us finally to the polling station, in time to avoid the fine for abstention (voting is compulsory here). “My bike’s over there,” stated the Green Party canvasser keen to show
The smell of grass, warming sun, a cooling breeze, just a hint of autumn to come. It’s a haven from the mayhem and madness of Fringe, the gentle cadences of intelligent discourse and dialogue a murmuring under the trees. It must be Adelaide Writers’ Week. This is where the old (and I mean old) Adelaidian
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