And then there were two
7
4
We drive east from our house near the west coast, across the coastal plain and up the Darling Scarp. We leave the tuart and banksia woodlands of the…
5
A yellow rose was blooming in my sister’s garden as we sat on her patio drinking tea and talking. I listened to my sister’s voice and looked at the…
5
4
Grandad built the original bridge, hewed the planks from jarrah he felled in the back bush. He sunk the posts into the creek bed in the middle of a dry…
4
1
Floss doesn’t want to be ridden today. She turns away from me as I approach. A snubbing. I put my hand on her side and walk towards her head. She…
4
Years ago, I stood with one of my brothers looking out over a large water supply dam in the Perth hills. We had ridden up there on his motorbike, me…
4
Thoughts on a late spring storm
4
4
I have been riding other people’s horses lately. One is Anakin, a big grey Thoroughbred ex-racehorse, a showjumper. Big and bold. Not the sort of horse…
3
4
My old horse is home
3
4
With a busy day ahead, I set out early to walk the dog. It’s dark, with just a faint glow in the east heralding the soon-to-rise sun. There’s a slight…
3
4
Reflections on a small garden
2
I have been waiting for rain. The earth is parched, the garden in need of a good soak. On the evening news, the forecast offers promise – ‘a chance of…
2