Ah! A spring picnic at Brown Hill Creek. I loved picnics with Mummy, Daddy and Richard, my eleven-year-old brother. Brown Hill Creek in the Adelaide foothills had paths lined with eucalyptus trees, and a creek filled with yabbies and tadpoles for Richard and me to hunt. I imagined Brown Hill Creek as the perfect “happy hunting ground” for cats.Read more "T-Team, The Younger–Happy Hunting Ground"
Monica hovered a couple of steps above us, guarding her precious son and plopping in and out of the conversation—mostly Kirk who rambled on about himself.
Don’t know what became of Jemima. I thought she said Dan was “the one”. But after a few glasses of the good stuff, from this region, she vanished. Last time I saw her, she and the bass-man Walter—was he the Mirror-Wally that Minna mentioned from her unwilling mission?—cuddled up on the love-seat couch in the room of mirrors.
We bumped and rolled in Dad’s four-wheel drive Daihatsu down the track into the Gammon Ranges. We camped near Grindell’s Hut, backpackers’ accommodation. A murder-mystery from the early Twentieth Century involving the hut’s owner, spiced our discussion around the campfire that night. Then we set up a tent, for boyfriend, on the ground above the bank of the creek. I placed my bedding also above the creek under the stars. Dad opted for his “trillion-star” site underneath a river gum. No tent for him, either.Read more "Story Behind the Painting: Bunyip Chasm"
On the way, we swung through the leafy streets of Yelnu to pick up Jason and Brett Fox, young men in their twenties and sons of Geoffrey and Mika Fox. A more nerdy pair you could not find. Ironic coming from “Mr. and Ms. Cool” of the Eighties. Like these chaps sitting beside their respective favourite parent, tried too hard to imitate their eighties’ heros.
I glanced back at the boys and then nudged Jemima. ‘What is it with those two? Flannel shirts, black-rimmed glasses and the hair covering their faces. It’s creepy.’
Yet after all the fuss and bother, the K-Team managed to avoid a “Monarto-Rebellion”, and of all the daytrips, this one was the best attended.Read more "K-Team South Australia–Monarto…"
‘Ah, there you are!’ He cackled much like a witch, but wearing brown trousers, skin-tight synthetic shirt of the same colour as the trousers, he resembled the type of creep who abducted Jemima. Never trust a man in brown trousers.Read more "Mirror World (10)"
Dad hopped around the campsite, his hands on his buttocks. ‘I need Richard to perform a delicate operation.’
Richard shook his head and sniggered. ‘He sat in spinifex.’
Watching Richard pull needles out of Dad’s bare behind was not high on my to-do list.
I turned to hike up to the spring. ‘I’ll leave you to it.’ And left in haste climbing up the hill