As I mentioned before, we’re really here in Braidwood because of COVID-19. It’s a lovely sunny Tuesday here – if a little windy – and it’s hard to imagine the outside world still locked in a struggle with the virus. Although we’re not really that isolated, the pandemic seems to be the preserve of news …
Today it’s time to get serious and look back at what Braidwood’s been through in the last few months. Think about it: fires, storms, pestilence and the prospect of economic depression – pretty much three of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, give or take. Let’s not speculate about the fourth – I think we …
We’re still chasing our tails to get the cottage in a liveable state. The veranda remains stacked with boxes, the garden is choked with weeds, and too many conversations start with “have you seen my . . .?” At these times, it’s important to drop everything and get out of the house to do something …
The days are getting shorter, it’s been raining since last night, and I’ve been indoors obsessing about achieving straight edges in that bathroom re-paint you’ve heard so much about. So gather round children while I recount to you a short history of Braidwood, the town we now call home. If you’re a Government employee based …
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