The challenge: climb Mt Giles. But first the T-Team camped in the pound and experienced the unexpected joy of fishing…
Molly Dad sipped his cappuccino, and then licking his lips, he leaned over. ‘I have a mystery concerning Molly.’ A tram rattled past. How the three ladies in their designer clothes and ability to talk through their noses could hear their conversation, I’ll never know. Maybe the nasal accent was just the right pitch […]Read more "FURRY FELINE TALES (2)"
ROCKING ONTO THE ROCK—ULURU Wheels falling off Frozen to the marrow, I hovered over the fire. I spread my arms above the flames in an effort to thaw. Before we embarked on this venture into the Centre of Australia Dad warned me of the bitter cold. He wasn’t kidding. Dad shuffled around the campsite […]Read more "TRAVELLING WITH THE T-TEAM (9)"
THE WAVES OF MT. SONDER [An extract from Trekking with the T-Team : Central Australian Safari 1981] In the dim blue light of pre-dawn, Dad and I tramped up the slope to catch the first rays of sun on Mt. Sonder. When we reached the crest of the hill, the peaks of the mountain flushed […]Read more "STORY BEHIND THE PAINTING (1)"
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UNCLE RICHARD, THE WITHERED ARM AND WRITERS’ GROUP ? In 2008, Uncle Richard, playwright and author flicked through the wads of paper, an early version of my manuscript called “Mary’s Story”. He didn’t like Science Fiction. He called it “Soap Opera in space”. ‘Well, at least you have only typed on…
via Daily Prompt: Youth YOUTH IN LOVE Pass the Peace The sanctuary of the Adelaide City church appeared crammed full of young people; they squeezed onto benches, pressed up against the walls and almost were swinging from the rafters. So hip for 1980, and looking like Moses but dressed in mohair, Pastor Herrmann stood […]Read more "Daily Prompt: Youth"
THE CURTAIN OF SPRINGS Bulldust Sometime along that rough-graded road, we passed over the Northern Territory—South Australian border. We passed no sign but the road, though still just a dirt track, really, became smoother, wider and much kinder to our poor trailer. But the bulldust that billowed into the back cabin of the […]Read more "TRAVELLING WITH THE T-TEAM (8)"