I’m sitting on a bench at Buraneer Point. Far below me is the blue ribbon of the Port Hacking River.Continue reading “Jean of Buraneer”
I was going to write a standard Mother’s Day blog post about mum until I remembered my great grandmother.
For years I have been looking for Xmas Perfect—the family Xmas portrayed in Enid Blyton storybooks, TV commercials, and American sitcoms. Continue reading “Looking for Xmas Perfect”