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 …
Yesterday afternoon it was into the old German sports car for an expedition to the Bowral, NSW, childhood home of Don Bradman. It was a lovely drive: turning off our familiar King’s Highway (amusingly called the B52) instead of zooming on to Canberra, we traced our course via Lake Bathurst (where no lake could be …
Welcome back! When we left off yesterday – a cliffhanger moment if ever there was one – your faithful correspondent was just about to set foot on Aussie soil for the first time in the sun-baked conurbation of Brisbane. My cousin and her two daughters picked me up; I was in a haze of jetlag …
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