A long time ago in a land far away, my True Love and I had a big adventure. It was on our European backpacking tour of ’91. While we were in Ireland, we decided we would lash out (spend up big) and take an organised day tour of Killarney National Park. Our mode of transport was horse and cart, and then dinghy for the return across Loch Léin to Ross Castle (I hope I’ve got that right. It was such a long time ago). For the more intrepid traveler, there was the option of riding a horse. Now I’m not that intrepid but I used to be a good rider, so I chose to ride. My True Love wisely chose to travel by cart. Read more
Don’t ask me. I’ve no idea. But I did want to take it home with me to look after it. Read more
I forgot to include this photo of a beautiful fly in my November Changing Seasons post. You know the weather is warming up when the blow flies come a-visiting. Maybe these exquisitely beautiful creatures are not such a pain after all. Unlikely praise for the king of the flies. Read more
I’ve gone from light programming to the sublimely ridiculous. As one does. We’ve got a big race coming up in a couple of weeks in Australia. It’s the race that stops a nation – the Melbourne Cup. I’m ambivalent about it. I thought I would get in early with a
canter counter-point. Read more
David Cox and Sally Davies escape the rat race of Vancouver and corporate careers for life on a remote island in British Columbia, Canada. Think of it as a mid-life crisis or perhaps even an epiphany. There isn’t much that Dave can’t learn from a book or the internet, or through trial and error. So Dave and Sally set out to self-build a house on a steep and difficult site on the tip of a peninsula (ie. no road access). Much of the book is devoted to the trials, tribulations and joys of remote living and the characters that form part of Dave and Sally’s remote community. Sound boring? It isn’t. Read more
Dear Readers, here is a poem about my dog, Ama. It is written in the style of a bush poem. Read more
WordPress Daily Prompt — Authentic
The Daily Prompt is “authentic“. I should leave this one alone, but I’m afraid I can’t help myself. I’ve got a blog so I might as well use it. Authentic seems to be more than just the le mot du jour; it’s everywhere and has been for a few years now. It has crept into every-day conversation. We all want to be authentic. Read more
In honour of the National Folk Festival (Australia), which opens tonight (Thursday), I have written a little parody that I thought I would test out on you, dear Readers. I have no idea whether I will be brave enough to recite it at any of the poetry workshops. I never have before. It depends on your feedback. If you are really brave, you can try to sing along to the tune of the Sounds of Then, which was written and performed by Ganggajang (you’ll have to sing over the top of their words). I won’t be singing come performance time. I’ve provided a link to the original song below. Aussies may find this fun, but others will probably be completely flummoxed. Please note there is a certain amount of hyperbole used in this poem.
A Poem — The Word Forgetting Blues. Enjoy.
The word was almost in her grasp
She tried to reclaim it but it refused
So the conversation proceeded without her
Who knew? Read more