WINTER MAGIC FESTIVAL; Blue Mountains, Australia. IMPRESSIONS
Every year close to the Winter Solstice, the Winter Magic Festival is celebrated in the Blue Mountains. This year’s festival was very special; it commemorated the bicentenary of
Every year close to the Winter Solstice, the Winter Magic Festival is celebrated in the Blue Mountains. This year’s festival was very special; it commemorated the bicentenary of
Larapinta Trail? What is it? It’s a spectacular long distance walking track in Central Australia. It begins at the old Telegraph Station in Alice Springs and extends over 223
Circular Quay Every year around this time, Sydney is transformed at night by an explosion of light and colour. I just had to share this with you. Here,
Ask any writer and he’ll tell you that writing is a solitary, often agonisingly frustrating occupation; especially fiction. Just consider this: every character, every scene, every piece of
My regular Once-Upon-A-Friday blog was ready to go – honest – when something unexpected happened: a good friend of mine bought a pub and a haunted hotel. So? Well,
Well, here it is at last; part II as promised. Once again, sorry for the delay. There’s only one word to describe sailing out of Sydney Harbour at sunset;
Every year close to the Winter Solstice, the Winter Magic Festival is celebrated in the Blue Mountains. This year’s festival was very special;
Larapinta Trail? What is it? It’s a spectacular long distance walking track in Central Australia. It begins at the old Telegraph Station in Alice
Circular Quay Every year around this time, Sydney is transformed at night by an explosion of light and colour. I just had to
Ask any writer and he’ll tell you that writing is a solitary, often agonisingly frustrating occupation; especially fiction. Just consider this: every character,
My regular Once-Upon-A-Friday blog was ready to go – honest – when something unexpected happened: a good friend of mine bought a pub and
Well, here it is at last; part II as promised. Once again, sorry for the delay. There’s only one word to describe sailing out