Ellery: 2000 kilometres from home and still in his natural habitat Aubrey: babe in arms (and wool) My house is a fantastic mess...

  Just back from a bush Christmas at Binginwarri, which is usually very breezy and contained. This year it became a nest for vi...

I barely know where to start. The past few weeks have been chockers. A three-week intravenous hit of culture and people I love. Between mud-...

Last night the relics shouted me to dinner and a movie. Which on its own would be notable, given the extreme notability of any type of cultu...

I’ve just returned from two days at Churinga, where the Relics and I lunched last week. Churinga’s guardians are part of the WWOOFing frate...

Last week the Relics and I made an inspired house call. Up through the hills of Jack River went the little van, dodging wallabies and wedgie...

Yesterday was about the most productive day I have had in aeons. After dropping the pee-anywhere cat off to the vet bright and early, I had ...

The orchids are out, the wood ducks are a-nesting, the mornings are lighter. This can only mean that winter is on its way out. Ding dong to ...

I may have been harping on about the cold. In case you missed it, my first southern winter in six years has been debilitating to any kind of...

Oh. My. Lordy. You know your whinings about cultural/financial states have reached a new kind of pathetic when your cousin who has just retu...

I’ll start with a small clarification, since my thought loop (a few posts back) went directly from a gripe about Life After Desk to an apolo...

I cringed as soon as I clicked publish on the last post. I know, my whingeing is unbecoming. And repetitive. Thankfully, I’ve moved on. But ...

I am writing this post, with not undue glee, from the warmth of my bed! Which is in a completely different room to the modem! Ha! The househ...

suggestible (sah-JEST-abul) adj: Open to suggestion, esp hypnotic It’s one of my finest-honed weaknesses. For those who may not know me so...

Over the past couple of years I’ve heard grand tales of wild mushroom harvests at Bingi. Of platefuls of black-eared goodness gathered from ...

Have returned from seafaring to discover a new resident at Bingi. Its doors are usually pretty well oiled by visitors – one even slept in ‘m...

*Warning: contains reportage of violence* The relics arrived home last night. One was in a foul twitch after visiting the vegie garden this ...

Five weeks of the rural life (the longest I’ve been in one place in ten months) is slow slog. You would think it’d be all knickerbockers and...

Why is it that time and money exist on parallel planes? It’s like some evil economic quantam scale where you invariably have a rude abundanc...