Bedtime History

I confess that I dreamed of being a football commentator as an adolescent. Perhaps I love the sound of my own voice, because I became a preacher. But it was never the facts of what I was sharing – it was the drama that mattered. I think I am more drawn to...

Picnic at Hanging Rock

We sped down the fire trails on our mountain bikes, helter skelter – though with my ageing knees, it was more just helter. At the end of the trail we came upon sheer cliffs that rose from a sunken valley almost a thousand metres below. Cycling around these sheer...