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The Smells of a Southern Spring. Standing on the beach at
The Smells of a Southern Spring. Standing on the beach at Bunbury, on a blustery Sunday morning a couple of years ago, the overwhelming sensation was...

Sunday Dinner - My First Family Dinner After Robbie
Sunday Dinner - My First Family Dinner After Robbie Died. ***************************************** I decided to opt for a really good spaghetti sauc...

Global Warming? Blame the Cricket. Brett Lee is lighting up my TV
Global Warming? Blame the Cricket. Brett Lee is lighting up my TV screen, the spectators and Tony Greig with his fiery deliveries against England and...

This is a tragedy in the making. The extension of #ROE8 will
This is a tragedy in the making. The extension of #ROE8 will destroy some of our most precious and few remaining wetlands - as well as a very importa...

Escape From The Past This is no friend but a recurrent dream that
Escape From The Past This is no friend but a recurrent dream that brings fear and shrouds my future. The shackles of the past hold me tight, a prison...

Hello Possums. As I walked out the back door in the early evening
Hello Possums. As I walked out the back door in the early evening a few years ago, a hissing cough drew my attention to the banksia tree by Burt’s ...