A Lifesaver at Seventy
Me? A lifesaver at seventy! I can’t believe it’s true! (Actually it isn’t. I’m still 68 and as much as I hate defining myself by age, my writer-self likes the sound of ‘A Lifesaver at Seventy’ so I’m lying a little. All writers do.) This is a...The Mysterious Roundness of Things
Can you believe this blue? There are plenty of theories about why Mount Gambier’s Blue Lake is blue but I won’t bore you with the details. As far as I can tell, you might as well ask why the sky is blue! Science is all well and good but I’m not its greatest fan...The Beach At The End Of My Street
This is the beach at the end of my street in Melbourne, Australia, where I walk and swim and find solace on sad days. This has been A Difficult Week. I am tired and sad. I am in Shock. I look in the mirror and find a million new lines and droopy bits. I think ‘Plastic...
“Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action.”
Virginia Woolf; A Room of One’s Own