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A Walk in Melbourne

A Walk in Melbourne

It’s an ‘almost Charles Dickens Day’ in Preston as I walk along the concrete slabs of a footpath: a small dog barks like a starter motor on a cold morning; the bristles of a hedge scrub the sleeve of my jumper and over-hanging fat green leaves touch the top of my...
When The Road Darkens #

When The Road Darkens #

“What do you fear, lady?” Aragorn asked. “A cage,” Éowyn said. “To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.”* Coming up-hill from the big town, I drive along a street towards our house...
Temple of Light

Temple of Light

It’s night and I’ve wandered into a big space of glaring white fluorescence with number one daughter. She’s lugged her year-twelve art project here to be left alone with it. But I’m allowed, cause I’m the Dad, looking and wondering at...