Secret love

My dad was a man of few words, except when he got together with a few mates and spun such yarns that Mum would roll her eyes behind his back.

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The fairy and the goblin

Picture yourself in a forest. Damp green mosses clothe giant trees, veiled in slow swirling columns of mist. The varied calls of lyrebirds and parrots echo through the woody labyrinth

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Meeting the ancient giants of Errinundra

‘Mum, dad, sister, dog – I’m moving to Australia.’ Mum looked at me, unimpressed. She kept whisking eggs. She was actually happy for me. That was over three years ago

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