Boy Morocco mountains school family adventure

Michael drove the hire car slowly down the street. The city dropped away into the valley: slate rooftops shining black in the pale sun, new flats, domed mosques, Victorian warehouses no longer stacked with bales of Australian wool, and towering mill chimneys that had neither smoke nor pur- pose. Beyond the bowl of the city the distant Yorkshire moors were a dark smudge. Michael remembered the old saying: If you can see the moors on the other side of town it’s going to rain. If you can’t see them it’s already raining.

I have just received in the post a proof of my book of short stories ‘Meridian’. There is nothing quite like the thrill of having your new book in front of you. ‘Meridian’ will be available in a few weeks from my as print on demand and ebook.

Now, Louth, Henry Lawson said…

Back o’ Bourke

Sometimes the river runs, sometimes it walks, sometimes during drought, it doesn’t move at all. It is a lazy river, has been around a few million years

A journey into northwest NSW.

A journey.

… throughout his life he waged a principled fight for those who haven’t rather than those who have.

“Chinese living in Australia are ‘a readymade fifth column for communist activities’”.