Dancing with the stars

It’s been years since I slow danced with someone. Not that I ever learnt how. I know a waltz has three beats to the bar, three steps, but that’s credited to the much-loved piano teacher I had as a teen and her insistence I learn the Moonlight Sonata. It was a quick step sideways from … Continue reading Dancing with the stars


Stripping back the back road

There used to be cockatoos. Great swathes of them. They’d rise and fall and rise in unison. Tight. As though someone in heaven was waving great white sheets over wheaten paddocks. There used to be a single house. A 1960s cream bricker behind two large, deep green leafy trees. It fronted horse paddocks, corrugated sheds, … Continue reading Stripping back the back road