Frigid… just as we like it

This is the story of three days in Tasmania's winter mountains some decades ago. Three days to remember.

Enrol: The lure of religious solutions

In the past I have enrolled in things I thought would create purpose and meaning in life. This is a story of enrollment and moving on in search of those things. My enrollment in the Anglican church was inherited from my parents. They were occasional churchgoers to either St Lukes in Brisbane’s southern suburbs or,...

Sympathy… just a little, maybe

I think it was Shakespeare who said parting is such sweet sorrow. And so it is.

Sting: it’s in the tail of a long relationship

Sometimes, a meeting with a past lover can have a sting in its tail…

Willy-nilly: a tale of the mountains

A walk into an old hut reveals a surprise or two…

Casual: not a bad approach to life

THERE WAS A CASUALNESS to those times. A casual ambience that seems to have dissolved into thin air. It was a perception, a feeling sitting so far in the background of life that it went unrecognised…

Shallow… but wet

With a resounding SPLASH! she falls in… but at lest it was shallow.

Severe: A change in the weather

THE ASCENT STARTS at Watersmeet. Here, the Rufus River, little more than a wide, shallow and gushing rapid passes under the footbridge to enter the cold waters of Lake St Clair a couple hundred metres further on. Here, we leave the main track which heads north to take the Rufus track which heads west. It...

Snack: something tasty in the hills

"Let's stop for a snack". How many times have I heard that? How many times have I uttered it? I'm talking about snacking on the trail, snacking on bushwalks. That's usually done as the morning or afternoon wears on and the pack on our back starts to feel heavy. We seek out a spot sheltered...

Loop: an incomplete circuit

Today's WordPress writing prompt: loop THE TRACK WENT ON and on and up. It was rough as well as steep. It was a service track that sometime or other someone drove a 4WD vehicle up. It was rocky, too, one of those tracks where you step on a rock and your foot skids out from under...

Volume

WHEN Phil Stubbs, someone I know here in Sydney's coastal Eastern Suburbs asked on Facebook whether anyone knows of a quiet cafe with good coffee, wifi, gentle music and "maybe even simple, healthy food", he was asking for a place to write, work, think and "come up with big ideas". He was also asking for...

Uniform

A WordPress writing prompt reminds me of the two uniforms I have worn in life…

Detonate

Sometimes, following an insistent friend can lead you into adventure… and misadventure.

Radiate

Down in Woolloomooloo trees radiate the bright warm colours of the advancing Autumn...

Unmoored: more a state of being

Unmoored… to drift free, to be unattached… a description of life, perhaps?