A late summer early evening, the sun sinking into St Vincent’s Gulf, its rays washing over everyone and everything with liquid gold, the carefree chatter of friends around you, the thrum of acoustic guitars and melodic voices. Sometimes it’s possible to believe that Moseley Square in Glenelg is the most beautiful location on earth. Especially
Tag: South Australia
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
“What do you mean, twenty-eighth of December? Proccie Day is the twenty-sixth, right?” “Wrong. You’ve been cheated out of a holiday,” I replied.
