Sydney is a rare treat, and now it’s my home, I’m excited. It’s only 50 years older than Adelaide and Melbourne and yet it feels much more venerable. An ancient street design in its oldest part, think Benares and Babylon, a comparison underlined by the towering ziggurat like structures at either end of the bridge. […]Read More A Stroll Through Sunny Sydney.
People are very approachable, generally speaking. We shy away from talking to other people for all sorts of bizarre reasons. Other people won’t like it, we can’t whack up the ginger, whatever. Personally, I’ve found that people love being approached and talked to, and many of them have the most extraordinary stories. Here is one […]Read More Talk to Strangers
Just next to Bronte on the cobalt blue Pacific coast lies the famous Waverley Cemetery, in which bone orchard lie many famous Strayans, among whom Victor Trumper and Henry Lawson. A cricketer who played like a poet and a poet who drank like a Cossack. Rolling green hills and the broiling sea hold them close […]Read More Waverley Cemetery