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The Dog-Walkers

Back street in Ross, Tasmania late afternoon with green grass

Rodney’s diary is full of stuff. If it weren’t written in his diary he’d forget to do it. He cleans old ladies’ gutters, fixes mates’ cars, maintains the local bowling club, mows the lawn around the visitors’ centre... he’s a typical retiree - very busy. There’s one thing Rodney never has to write in his … Continue reading The Dog-Walkers →

Jenny and Joey

Ollantaytambo, Urubamba valley of Peru with storm clouds in the sky.

“Look at those mountains Joey. What do you think they’re made of?” “I dunno.” “See how dark they are? What else do you know that’s dark like that?” “Chocolate!” “Good guess Joey. But they aren’t made of chocolate. Any other guesses?” “Poo!” Jenny stifled a laugh. “Another good guess, but they’re made of rock. You … Continue reading Jenny and Joey →