This September, Iโ€™m riding in Cycle Queensland for the first time. Each spring, about 500 bicycle riders pedal their way through this nine-day cycling holiday. The route changes each year. And each year Iโ€™ve been tempted to register but taking time off work, as well as doubts about whether Iโ€™d make the distances, has stopped me. Not so this year. Having ridden in the GreatVic bike ride last December, my first long-distance… Read More

The Currumbin yarnbombers have struck again. First, it was the beachfront banksia trees that copped it a couple of years ago. Knotty tree trunks covered with colourful threads knitted with naughtiness. Now the creekside pelicans have been hit. I rode over there on my bike to take a closer look. Yarnbombers take to the streets and cover objects with knitted or crocheted yarn. Most yarnbombers are women who cloak trees, lampposts, bollards,… Read More

Fences have become tall. Too tall. There was a time whenย fences were built small. I’m sure you’ve seen one. It might be timber, palings painted white or uprights strung with a criss-cross of wire. Little fences areย sometimes brick, three hands high, punctuated by small turrets with one housing a letter box. Sometimes a little fence marries a garden. Sometimes a garden is simply enough on its own. As I ride, I look… Read More