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
Itโs wider, smoother and wearing stainless steel railings. Currumbinโs hidden rail trail has reopened! Renewed and revitalised. In early autumn, I wrote about our local bicycle/pedestrian bridge, the history sandwich hidden in its girdersย and its closure for renewal. The bridge with the old railway hidden beneath our everyday walks and rides was going to be out of action. People wearing hardhats swarmed around the old bridge, by foot, on boats, from cranes,… Read More