The Art of Letting Someone Down Easy

Post divorce followed by another long term relationship, now both in the proverbial bin.  I’d let the dust well and truly settle and was quite content to let matters of the heart be, but the powers of loving friends who spur you on to do stupid things got the better of me. Armed with ignorance!…

Write to your Ideal Reader

Blogging 101 prompt … When it comes to first dates, are our apparent perception of those dates we assume are going well, essentially just the inevitable prelude to what will invariably come to pass, the ever so sincere “it’s not you, it’s me” speech or “I’m not at the right place in my life to…

Bombo Quarry

The prospect of the open road, fresh salty sea air and the promise of unforgettable scenery, are one of the few things that I’m happy (albeit somewhat reluctantly) to get out of bed at 6am on a Sunday morning in 4OCelcius weather in the dead of winter for.  This morning is one of those days…

How can one Measure Happiness?

Often, I think about the people who have come into my life, the purpose they’ve served, those who have hurt me, abused me, misplaced my trust, taken me for granted, been toxic in my well being and then I remember those who have reminded me again that there are good, sincere, genuine people who will stick…

Mittagong Maltings Brewery – 30 Years of Decay Stands Proud

Not many can deny an unmistakable attraction to a decaying structure that still standing today in various degrees of disrepair and rot. And an added bonus when such said structure, location or building is within fairly easy access for one to visit and photograph.

Abandoned Manager’s Residence at Mittagong Maltings

An extension of a previous post 30 Years of Decay Stands Proud – Mittagong Maltings, adjacent to Malthouse No 3 lies the Managers Residence, a quaint little house which according to records is known as the ‘Tooth’s Brewery Manager’s Residence’, although one could almost call it a cottage which leans toward a much more homely description…

Gerringong to Kiama Coastal Walk

6am and the alarm wakes me from a somewhat mediocre slumber to the soothing tunes of Private Eye by Daryl Hall & John Oates on the radio. Is it 6am already? I groan.  6am on a somewhat chilly Sunday morning in Sydney.  The temperature says 6 degrees.  Yes, I’m inclined to agree. Reluctantly I force…