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.

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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,... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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