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Toad

One thing I’ll say about living in the country is that there are endless opportunities to engage with wildlife, for better or worse. I’ve had several encounters with frogs in my time in the beautiful Somerset region, mostly latrine related. This story doesn’t involve...

The heat is on

My oven is so big that I reckon I could almost fit inside it if I took out all the shelves. And no, I haven’t actually tried it. But as impressive as it is, for eight months after I moved in to my house, I didn’t use it.Was it my natural inclination to avoid cooking?...

Stop the Press

Think life is always quiet in the country? Think again.After a trip to Canberra last year, I returned to find a Channel 7 news crew camped across the road from my little cottage. Hoping that someone from Channel 7 had read my novel and was desperate to interview me, I...

Driving Miss Daisy

There’s nothing quite like a drive in the country. And as long as you don’t have a particular destination in mind, then I’m your girl. Generally, I like to be pretty loose about destinations because I don’t dig on maps. Just to be clear – I can read them, but it takes...

Sirens

I love my little house in the country. My writer’s retreat. From my office in my quaint little 1940s cottage, I have glorious views of rolling hills. Bird calls are the predominant sounds of the day, silence reigns at night … unless the cows in the paddock down the...