Sheep, Octopus and Public Displays of Affection: Terry Finch

I can’t easily account for why seeing the truck heaving with sheep at the intersection near Fremantle Cemetery pulled me up sharp. There were no legs hanging out of the crate, it wasn’t a scorchingly hot day and I couldn’t hear distressed sheep bleating. Perhaps it was because I’d lived in a farming community which serviced the live export industry at a time when opposition to the trade grew more ugly. Or because I’d  embraced a mostly vegetarian diet while ditching a patriarchal dogmatic religion in favour of a gentle, earth-based spirituality centred on the connection of all life.  For … Continue reading Sheep, Octopus and Public Displays of Affection: Terry Finch

The Dawn Service: Rosemary Argue

The cold seeps into me through the heavy navy coat that reaches my ankles. The morning is pitch black but the crowd is growing at the roundabout in the heart of town. This is no place for cars today. It’s a place for people and memories. I shuffle close to the coats and scarves in front of me, not quite touching but hoping for warmth. Between the shoulders of the people who got here before me, I glimpse the stone plinth of the memorial, but can’t see the statue of the soldier that I know stands on top. There is … Continue reading The Dawn Service: Rosemary Argue

DOG PATROL: Colin Nichol

There’s never a day walking along South Beach that something doesn’t happen. It’s dog territory after all and all the more enjoyable because of their antics.  It is advisable though, to use caution when responding to their approaches, as they can be unpredictable, although often not so much as their owners.  Do you “own” a dog I wonder or is it a “partnership”, or should it be that? Some owners can be quite sniffy toward anyone wanting to respond to their dog’s greeting. Exercise discretion, but not necessarily with the dog. On a late afternoon, after a few interruptions to … Continue reading DOG PATROL: Colin Nichol

MAUREEN’S MOMENT: Colin Nichol

My next-door neighbour alerted me first although the others who made up the small community in our quiet cul-de-sac were already a noisy gathering close by. “Maureen has fallen and can’t get up and she’s locked herself in.” That didn’t make sense, surely she locked herself in and then fell, but it was no time for pedanticism; I had been called on to “come to the rescue”. Why me? Well, those who had gathered were elderly and mostly women and I was younger and had a reputation as a local Mr Fixit. There she was, still cheerful and joking about … Continue reading MAUREEN’S MOMENT: Colin Nichol