Sunday nights are the quietest on Chestnut Grove. The bustle of the week – that triumvirate of commuters, school children and drunken revellers all jabbering away as they pass outside at their allotted times, as well as the buzz of planes overhead, the unharmonious discord between trains and traffic, and the yell and pelt of the footballers on the court across the way – has, come the evening of the Sabbath, given way to a funereal silence.... Read More


Posted on: December 29th, 2008 by robert No Comments


Doused in manuka honey I tentatively step into the shallow waters of the pool in the Port Hacking River in Sydney. The area is enclosed from the rest of the river with a small wooden jetty on one side and wire fencing around the entire parameter that keeps the sharks at bay. The icy chill of the water underneath betrays the sparkle from the unforgiving sun on the surface and I'm temporarily frozen to the spot. Thin silver fish that appear lit from inside swim around my calves in the bracing water while my feet hover over sharp rocks decorating the sand in the murky depths.... Read More