Douglas Apsley and Freycinet National Parks: Tasmania
I’d been wondering if my pancreas was channelling Tex Perkins to inform me that the honeymoon is over, baby. Like a lover in denial of the breakup I was seeking … Continue reading
Happy Rainbow: A Modern Day Bush Dance
It took a couple of days to excavate the dirt from my nostrils. Thousands of feet boogying in the bush and my nose didn’t want to miss out on the … Continue reading
Spot the difference: Lyonville Fireman’s Ball
With the first sip of the UDL I was having a Blue Light Disco flashback. Back then it was two sculled cans in the public toilets to the rear of … Continue reading
Hypos from the Land of Slumber
Once I awoke as I was salivating on a chicken parma. This morning’s signal was me disrupting a meandering nonsense conversation with a friend in a bank, which morphed into … Continue reading
Lysterfield Park (SiSS, Episode 4)
Technically we didn’t get lost. We just never found the second (or subsequent) flag/s. And technically this episode of the Sundays in September Series didn’t happen on a Sunday. But … Continue reading
River vs Insulin
A stroll (at pace) along the local Campaspe River is a daily must do. It’s not exactly strenuous but it’s about where I’m at until the iron transfusion gives me … Continue reading
Nitmiluk Experience
Five days of hiking and we’d not encountered a single person. The wilderness spell enhancing the taste of the powdered-milk tea was good to last one final cup as we … Continue reading
