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Sea serpents and whale penises
I read a story last year that suggested that famous stories of sea serpent sightings might in fact be sightings of whale penises. That got my attention.This story reported on an analysis of one sighting of a ‘most dreadful monster’ off the coast of Greenland. ‘Over...
Vulkathunha-Gammon Ranges National Park
Living in Denmark, close to the Wilson Inlet, we essentially live in a wetland. Moisture suckers (or more properly moisture absorbers) are our friends, and we always keep a couple in the camper trailer. Which has made us laugh being out here in the dry, dry, dry like...
Ikara-Flinders Ranges
South Australian National Parks severely undersells the campgrounds it manages in the National Parks. Possibly a visitor management / containment strategy? There is a requirement now to book and pay online before you go, which poses some challenges for the picky...
Gawler Ranges
This is the first time that we’ve been on a camping trip outside of WA since we travelled around Australia 12 years ago. So I anticipated there would be lots of reminiscing. Aided by the journal and blog I kept at the time, because so much has been forgotten. And we...
Swimming a novel to Rottnest
I recently listened to an inspiring interview with Kimberley Chambers, marathon ocean swimmer extraordinaire, only the sixth person ever to complete the Ocean’s Seven set of insane marathon swims. Closer to home, my swimming buddy Steve Junk has completed six of the...
On the Trail of a Ghost
I wrote an essay about researching the life of Sarah Brooks and the insights from being out in the disarming landscape east of Esperance. It is now published in the Landscapes journal. ~ I am on the trail of a ghost, the ghost of Miss Sarah Brooks, who died almost one...
Starting out late
I'm on the wrong side of 45 and I want my life to take a different turn. A turn towards writing, and if I'm lucky, being published. I don't understand what took me so long to get here. Writing is something I have always wanted to do, but I mostly secreted that...
Barefaced Storytelling
When I got to Albany Entertainment Centre and saw the two hundred chairs and bumped into all sorts of people I knew professionally, I started to question my choice of story to tell on stage. And I started to feel really nervous. My friends were all... ‘You’ll be fine,...
Monasteries and Moutains
The round faced monk with the smiling eyes opened the battered tin so I could deposit my offering of 100 Ngultrum. He took out the worn dice and via the translation of our guide Neten, he encouraged me to throw the dice onto the pile of dirty notes. A total of 8. The...