I know a man called Maurice.  He is very French, even if you didn’t know, his thick accent is a giveaway.  His speech is also rapid; he tells stories.  You could learn more in his bike shop than watching the news for a whole week and it would be a lot more colourful.  However, theyContinue reading “CONTRAST”


                                   Nonchalant.  Now there’s a word that perfectly describes how I felt, sitting by Lake Macquarie with an hour and a half to spare.  The breeze of the afternoon layered the surface with ripples as I leant against the bench contemplating life.  Clouds were not apparent but still the chill of the late afternoonContinue reading “……CAN HOLD MORE THAN HIS BELLY CAN”