I do not know when I began to develop the bald spot on the top of my head. I can tell you, however, when I first noticed. We were in...

We made our way to the summit of the butte Montmartre, drawn by the remarkable Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris, sitting atop the...

Mark Twain once wrote: “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, .... Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and...

Today we rise to our first real challenge ... cross the city by train, transfer to the suburban tram, find the market ... buy the purse....

What has it been? Forty hours or thereabouts since Spike loaded the car, said her goodbyes to Thistle the cat, and we set off on our...

... eat bread n cheese n croissant n petit pain au chocolate n fruit salad with tart yogurt --- très acidulé -- n drink café au lait...

Word of advice ... Never -- I mean JAMAIS ... never get on a plane for 14 hours in the cheap seats with a tired, grumpy, Scottish...

And so it begins. After six long years ... a new job (which is not so new now) and bush fires and more than two years of a pandemic that...

It may well be possible that in the 'heat' of debate our Prime Minister misspoke on telly. But it's not simply "one word" as some have...

Sitting in Spike Deane's garden. Doing nothing in the late autumn sun. We have lots of these.

My desk, working from home. Computer, 2 screens, phone, tea pot and fairy cake. Workplace essentials.

I wrote this short story in May 2016 as part of my assessed work for a Creative Writing course at the Australian National University.

Tuesday was our first day back at work after the New Year holiday. And what a day it was in many ways ...

My friend Chris Crowley died overnight in a hospital bed in Wales. He had been unconscious for a week or more. He had been given a...

for my dear friend Chris It is three minutes to five on an exquisite Canberra spring day. I'm sitting under the fading sun of the late...

Spike's garden begins to bloom

It is odd the way an old man’s mind works. Fact is, it's amazing my mind still works at all. Me and my mind, you see. We have been around...

even as I celebrate my mother’s ninety years by writing something -- there is a different sort of sadness (by which I mean, not COVID-relate

I return to the post-Christmas, post-New-Year, post-holiday world of normality. My normality. It's the first working day of the year.

Build Back Better Speaking alongside Bill Shorten MP (the man who should have been our PM ... and may yet be one day) in Australia's...