As most of Australia wearily re-enters lockdown, cowed by the vigorous, irrepressible Delta Strain, in Braidwood (alongside the reappearance of masks on the local populace) we’re starting to see very early signs of spring. This winter has been a lot colder than last year’s edition, so seeing the first few buds on the trees really …
There’s an age-old question that has taxed the minds of history’s greatest thinkers: who would win in a fight between a bear and a gorilla? (Or endless variations thereof). Well, we had our own version last week at Corner Cottage – and it’s done nothing to satisfy that ancient question. I may have mentioned in …
Here’s a quick bit about birds. It’s got to the point with this blog that pretty much anything would be better than ongoing silence, so yes, it’s birds again. Tramping about the wintry neighbourhood this afternoon with Archie, I happened on a couple of Silvereyes chit-chitting about their business, and was struck by a quick …
You know that situation where you keep putting something off because you want to do it really well, but the more you put it off, the more it hangs over you and the harder it becomes to do it at all? So it is with this here blog: it's never far from one's thoughts - …
Lately we're spending a lot of time taking Archie walkies -- having recently achieved full leg-cocking status, he's experiencing huge amounts of energy, so to buy a little quiet time, we're wearing him out with twice-daily epic treks around town. His favourite route follows the local fitness track, which includes a winding descent through the …
It started in the spring this year: we’d had a long and rather turbulent winter, with the stressful move from Canberra to Braidwood where Corner Cottage was sitting empty and neglected. The garden was wild: a protracted drought and very little care had left it forlorn and weed-infested – but it fascinated me. Venturing down …
Hey, I’ve missed you too. January steamed by really fast and although various things happened, in the way things do, none found themselves onto these pages. I have a couple of half-written, rather uninspired pieces that may well make their way here eventually, but they had nothing of the excitement that gets them over the …
Traversing the King’s Highway on a routine Canberra run today, I was suddenly seized with a sense of desperation. Maybe because on the last day of the school hols for many, the road was chokka with utes towing caravans and boats, impatient overtakers risking life and limb to gain a few seconds’ advantage, and highway …
Now that the left-over turkey has been consumed, the decorations are looking a bit last year, and the dyspepsia has rendered us regretful and peevish, let’s talk something basic: something fundamental, grounded, in touch with the very earth that bore us. Let’s talk boots again. Being here in Braidwood where men are manly, work is …
So much of what winds up as what’s currently known as ‘content’ on these pages is couched in terms of obsession and the unintended consequences of fossicking around in rabbit holes. Let’s not take this opportunity to delve into that particular issue, which would just get a bit too meta for a Sunday. Suffice to …
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