Greeted with a grin.
Anointed with a tear.
Its radiance and glory magnificently filling the horizon.
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Greeted with a grin.
2020 will, hopefully, be one of those years that we look back on as a bit of a standout; an unwonted sentinel of how terribly wrong things can go when humanity chooses not to heed the advice of science and the groans of our fragile planet. This time last year I remember thinking that the fires in south eastern Australia were a calamity; not realising that their devastation and destruction would become simply a curtain raiser to a year of far greater global anguish and suffering. The beginning marked an end, and the end a beginning … More The end is where we start from…
I’m writing this on the eve of my birthday sitting in my apartment above the High St of Frinton-on-Sea: a world away from where this journey began in the back blocks of Western Australia half a century ago. The only sound is the click of the keys of my laptop and the rhythmic tick tock … More A Birthday
On my daily exercise excursion out of the flat today – my shoes wearing like quicksand as my feet pounded the golden sands of Essex’s Sunshine Coast – I wallowed in thoughts of the present and it’s potential to become the future. Like a bug plastered and now dried on a windscreen, its edges slowly … More The day the Revolution Began | April 2020
For two weeks now I’ve been trying my hardest to limit my movements outside the tiny (yet very comfy) flat I currently call home; a sheltered eerie perched above the Frinton High Street. I have watched from above the queues of Boots customers lining the footpath below my bedroom window, waiting patiently 2 meters apart … More Lockdown Lunacy | April 2020
I spent the week before last reading in Maastricht (not that one needs to go there to read but I love the fact that I can!). I took these two books with me; no planning – just what happened to get chucked in the bag. Whilst being vastly different from each other in style and … More Don’t Make History. Make the Future. | March 2020
I’ve visited Gallipoli – a site sacred in the Aussie ziegiest as the birthplace of the Anzac legend and for its perceived role in the formation of our nations values. It is also rich in its connections with my home port town of Albany. One of the iconic images of the Anzac story is of … More A postcard from Istanbul | Nov 2019
The sun shone warmly on his shoulders as his hand trailed languidly through the clear, warm waters of the Aegean. Waters once stained with the blood of boys from far off lands; waters wretched with their tissue, sinew and bone; waters that wrapped them in an icy shroud as they breathed their last. #lestweforget the … More Gallipoli |Nov 2019
I have a conflicted relationship with social media. I enjoy the opportunity to post a pic and connect across continents and generations. I struggle with the posers – their ducklipped pout and horizontal V signs – so I avoid them with a judgemental sideways glance. Yet all the while knowing that I am as guilty … More A Confection of Reality | Nov 2019
If ever a place could be described as “small but perfectly formed” Slovenia would have to be it. This country’s charm, natural beauty and location cement its place in the centrefold of Europe. A tiny country inhabited by a big hearted population of impossibly long limbed, full lipped, high cheeked, well educated, passionate folk. My … More Slovenia | March and May 2017