The other day Archie and I were going for walkies through Braidwood, taking in the essential Australianness of our our surroundings: the gum trees, the Kookaburras, the utes chugging by on the King's Highway. And then something popped into this scenario that caused a bit of a jolt -- a reminder of a different time, …
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 …
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