Necessary commodities

I have been moving houses, and living out of bags, for much of the past year. When you don’t own a car, haven’t downloaded the Uber app, and rely largely on public transport and good old-fashioned walking to get you from Point A to Point B, carrying your worldly possessions with you is suddenly much…

Coffee date

Breakfast is by far my favourite meal of the day, and when my lovely friend Amelia first came to live in Sydney, we decided to do a bit of early-morning exploring and meet up for coffee dates before work. Conflicting schedules have since slowed down our rate of breakfast-expeditions somewhat, but here is a summary of the places…

Body Language

I doubt I am alone in having a somewhat complicated relationship with my body. Those who practice yoga will be familiar with the concept that in order to be the best version of ourselves, we should practice being thankful for our body’s abilities, listen to its messages, and forgive its flaws. Unfortunately this message is…

Mindfulness in walking

I am increasingly of the opinion that walking is by far the best form of transportation. Followed, perhaps, by running. And then cycling or horse riding. The quality which in my mind places walking above all others is the immersion it provides, the slow and steady pace which encourages engagement with one’s surroundings. When I…

Baskets of Beauty

Today I visited Wariapendi Nursery, on the edge of the Southern Highlands. My mother had a gift voucher from last Christmas which she wanted to use, having spent the last couple of weekends in the back yard extending her native garden beds. With a low-slung metal trolley full of plants teetering in the breeze, and a long…

Winter Blues

I am not a huge fan of winter; the blustery-ness is awful, the limited hours of sunshine are depressing, my lips are constantly chapped and when it comes down to it, I just really, really don’t like being cold. I feel like a migratory bird, caught here by circumstance, ancient instincts telling me to go North, to return to brighter, warmer places….

Mend and make do

I recently realised that I mend a lot of my clothes. This knowledge is hardly new; I have always been a sewer, a fixer, a mender. I was just made particularly aware of the fact when I found myself five metres above ground, hanging on a silk (I do aerial acrobatics), with my nose about two…

Book Review: ‘The Man Who Climbs Trees’

I have just finished reading the most amazing book. I don’t usually gravitate towards auto-biographies, but a long time ago I snapped a photo on my phone when browsing in a bookshop, and the blurb stuck in my head. When I found myself at a lose end in Better Read Than Dead (Newtown) the other…

Wednesday Pickle Club

I have recently joined a pickle club. Or rather, I was one of the first members at the inaugural meeting of a just-formed pickle club. Our first event was quite a low-key affair. It consisted of the four of us sitting cross-legged in a circle sharing pickling stories, discussing the history of pickling and fermentation…

Like Birkenstocks, but better…

I have practically lived in my beloved Birkenstocks for the past five years. They have delivered me safely up slippery sandstone steps in the Blue Mountains, across spinifex coated tundra in Kakadu, and paced kilometres of pavement in cities around the world. So when they finally died, I was mildly devastated, to say the least….

A letter, of sorts, to my followers

Dear reader, I am sorry it has been a while since I was last in touch; I hope the start of the year has treated you well. I feel like a lot has happened over the last couple of months, so here is a brief update (you will be unsurprised to learn most of it…

Summer nights and a long commute

I recently found myself explaining (again) why I am willing to commute such a long distance every day, so that I can both work in the city and live in the bush. Just to give you some context; if I stop for a coffee on my way to the station in the morning, and with…