“Just what d’ya think ya’ doin’?” Palms on hips, her head tilted, and eyes squinted against the sunlight.
“What d’ya think I’m doin’?”
“You’re lying on your back copyin’ a goanna gettin’ a suntan?”
“Are ya waitin’ to die of sunstroke to become Dingo bait?”
He screwed up his nose. “No.”
“Unless you’re pretendin’ to be a brown snake, stretched between them rails, please explain for the masses…” her arm swept across deserted surrounding sunburnt scrub lands, “… why are you lying on the train tracks?” Continue reading “Railway Whisper”
The outdoor sounds invisibly cocoon me, as the breeze rustles through flower laden trees. A pregnant possum glances down from Continue reading “Cry of the Curlew”
“I love my boots. I love my boots. I love my boots.” The mantra reiterates in my brain as I gingerly search for footholds amongst boulders and rubble. No track, but a creek bed.
Why? Continue reading “All hail the ‘Here’ and the penguin!”
Up before the crack of dawn with travel mug in hand. Heater pumping inside the laden Ute. Sleep rubbed from eyes while completing the final mental-check-list. And it was a moment of silence before the adventure begins. Continue reading “Was it worth it?”