When Kiwi’s Fly
You’ll have to forgive me if I sound parochial but I love a single-minded kiwi (the world is full of them, just ask anyone who knows one). Burt Munro was a passionate motorcycle enthusiast. He was
Food Glorious Food
Rustic covers a multitude of descriptions, like old farmhouses in Tuscany, food that’s been prepared with little or no fuss, usually it just means you need to take things as you find them. In contrast, gourmet means all things swish and supposedly tasty.
Time Lord
When I was growing up I was in love with Davy Jones from the Monkees, sad but true. And lovely all at once now I think about it. No, really it is! When he sang Daydream Believer, every girl this side of
Mayan Gold
My friend Jan shared a lovely story with me about her grand daughter Maya. It went something like this. One night, when she put Maya to bed Jan blew Maya a kiss and asked her if she’d caught it. She was told, “no!”
Night Life
One of the more interesting night sounds you can hear in the Sydney cityscape on a clear night is the sound of a tawny frogmouth. Think old fashioned agitator washing machine. You could miss it if you didn’t have avid birders to help you hear.
