On the first Sunday of the year I decided that, regardless of the weather, I would go to Narrabeen Beach – the next beach in my alphabetical list. And that, in going to Narrabeen on the first Sunday of the year, I would set myself up to go to the beach every Sunday for the
Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This post covers the day I spent riding to Gunning. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and
Tuesday 20 October (Chicago, Day 149) Here’s a thing about America that I’ve been thinking about – its size and its scale. There is, of course, the story Americans tell themselves about how everyone can do anything, be anybody. But the size of the place, the scale of it, makes me feel small and like
Saturday 17 October (Chicago, Day 146) I have weird feelings around the idea of Chicago as ‘home’. On the one hand, I am intimately familiar with this place. Or, more, I was intimately familiar with this place. But that was in my childhood, in my youth. So, there’s a weirdness in how it has changed
I was last in Chicago three years ago with my then-husband. We then found bicycles in the crawlspace under my parents’ house. We dusted them off, filled the tyres with air, and used them to get around town. Pulling one out now, I walk it to the nearest bicycle shop. I thought it just
We arrive on the 114th morning of my mid-life gap-year as I awake at Hotel de la Cathedrale in Reims, France. Tuesday 15 September 2015 I wake to an overcast day which quickly becomes a steady rain. I breakfast in my room, setting up the camping stove and a Mini Moko in the shower
The longest day in my life where flying becomes all I am. But that time now acts as a solid space between before my trip and on my trip.