a bike for all seasons


At the outset of this experiment, my thoughts roamed – sometimes leisurely sometimes briskly carrying concern – around what this project might bring. What decisions I might need to make. Last week I met one of them. It had been nearing. And nearing. Then it was here. How will I get to the Byron Bay Writers’ Festival? The Byron Bay Writers’ Festival brings me a lovely dose of literary life over three… Read More

The storm bird sounds in the distance. I’m not sure of its botanical name but I know this bird well from living in the sub-tropics. It heralds a halt in the heat. For days, the storm bird might sing out its long melancholic call, echoing the yearning everyone feels for the rain to arrive and relieve the humidity. She calls, she calls. This bird that I have never seen yet heard all… Read More