Author Claire Heath
The lengths we go to. Our new tenant is young, brash, messy, single, and stays out all night. He doesn’t contribute to the household income and we’ve had not a word of thanks. Unwilling to give him free reign of… Continue Reading →
An ordinary day in February, an ordinary suburban street in West End, crickets starting to chirrup, the children gone inside. And a spectacular sunset.
The Aboriginal fish traps in the Barwon River at Brewarrina are extraordinary, and well worth seeing if you’re in the area. We stopped there on our way back to Brisbane after kayaking down the Darling River for six days and… Continue Reading →
Six friends, two vehicles and a trailer, six kayaks, the joy of four public holiday days in a row, a week’s supply of camping food, a drive of 11 hours straight, and a river flowing well. These were the ingredients… Continue Reading →
I return from weekend kayaking breaks as though I’ve been away for weeks, not merely one night camped on a beach. I’m conscious of grinding as I force my gears back into workaday routines. Where does this sense of expanded… Continue Reading →