THE LEAVING: Terry Finch

I suddenly remember that I don’t remember. I try not to panic. I try not to analyse what this might mean in terms of my mental health – then and now. I have to relax my jaw and keep breathing. I remember what Brenda taught me about breathing through my feelings rather than thinking about them. Yes, analysis. That’s the problem. If only I could suspend the thinking – the endless turning things over, this way and that – as if life were a series of problems and events that could be neatly dealt with by thinking – and then … Continue reading THE LEAVING: Terry Finch


Colin Nichol with mixed feelings over his last mass murder THERE are no gaps in my roof, not around the sides where a rat might get in, nowhere I can find. Yet they do find a way and I’m told it’s because they have the ability to squeeze, to push themselves through narrow gaps just like the quenda who lives behind the shed. But quendas can’t climb as rats do, so there’s no confusion as to which thumps around in the roof space at night, but not lately. Those terrible baits work! Without control they build nests, produce families and … Continue reading RATTLED BY RATTUS RATTUS: Colin Nichol


There are things money cannot buy. We have no idea what but sometimes they nudge you when least expected.  Travelling light on a small budget with no plans other than to enjoy sunshine, fresh air and cold beer leaves doors open for aimless travellers. Booking a cheap flight at random can be fun. It’s how I discovered Marco Inn, a small hotel – four up, four down and less than a minute’s walk from the town’s beach if you take your time. Marco’s is dead centre in the small port of Padang Bai where ferries to and fro from Lombok, … Continue reading BREAKFAST WITH A HUMMINGBIRD: Roger Garwood