Do you recall how we ripped out the laundry to make one big room, and then took out the external door and window to create a cupboard that contained the washing machine? Finalllllly yesterday the double

Last week I pulled up in the beach carpark next to this guy driving a Stage One Land Rover (for all intents and purposes a Series 3 - if you know Land Rovers and want to ask, do so in the comments) who

The whole reason I went to Tassie last weekend was because my friend bought a boat and has been absolutely dying to show me. She's been dreaming about it for years, and with the sale of the land they'd

If you ever loved the cult classic with Cillian Murphy, '28 Days Later', I'd be interested to know what you think of the latest installment to the series with '28 Years Later' and it's follow up, 'The

I was thinking this morning about a comment on one of my blog posts that the older the person got, the less they believed in science. That's a fair call when science can be used to justify agendas, or

There's one thing that Tassie isn't short on and that's walks - whether they're long and arduous or maybe just a gentle walk along a headland. Now my hips are better I'm loving a daily walk - an hour or

'I feel gross' a good friend says in response to me telling her that the music she sent me for Samhain blessings was generative AI. 'Violated.' I felt bad. The link to the song on Spotify was well intended,

Every year, we say to our son that we 'can't believe we are getting rid of that annoying 4 year old/25 year old' whatever year he is - and it's a joke, because we love him whatever age he is. This year,

I haven't written a garden journal in ages - I think because when I'm home and not at work I just don't feel like being on the computer, and my elbow hurts so I'm trying to rest it as much as possible.

South Arm, Tassie, sits out on the South Arm Peninsula, about 40–50 minutes from Hobart depending on traffic - and it looks like a bent arm jutting out if the head was town. I was there all weekend to

you spend the first part of your life longing to leave, and the rest of it trying to get back. we’re designed to leave — every chick leaves the nest, every gangly legged foal leaves the shadowy underside

Jamie and I walk along the beach and, like a kind of running joke, we say again how bloody happy we are here. How ridiculously lucky it feels to have a wild, wide beach just two minutes from home. It still

there is no need for poetry when life is this easy— this morning a kangaroo ripped at wet grass as I rode through cold light magpies tearing at each other black and white wings striking air beaks knocking

I had this dream about the coast again. Not the soft kind with dolphins and perfect waves, the kind Jamie gets jealous of as he dreams of escaping drug gangs in London (we're both products of our childhood

Get your minds out the gutter - I'm not talking about that kinda spice, though my daughter in law just informed me there is an app called Quinn with audio erotica for women, which is made by women, for

There's something deeply satisfying about foraging and pickling. Jamie and I think that maybe it's a deep ancestral memory - his antecedents in English forests, mine on the continent somewhere, Germany

'Make sure you spread them within a year' the Morticia like crematarian women said. No shit - she had long black hair, sleek black outfit, serious composure, and bright red lipstick against pale skin.

You know when people tell you that things happen for a reason, or to tell you something, like to slow down or to rest or whatever? Bollocks. There’s a particular kind of frustration that comes with finally

When we first moved into this tiny house, I insisted on a fire. There's always been two things I believe a home should have - a bath, and a wood burner - it's just so cosy, especially in southern Victorian

Whilst now my hips are fine, my elbow is now unusable, the tendons and muscles in my arms protesting if I use them. The last few days have been all about ordering Jamie about, my proxy body that is functional