THE BELLARINE PENINSULA BY A PROFESSIONAL ACCREDITED CRUISE-SHIP TOUR GUIDE
Have you ever felt so fatigued that it is hard to engage in ordinary everyday life? Have you thought you have some type of exotic sleeping sickness or syndrome or are lacking in a vitamin essential for daily life? Possibly...
My first memory of something unexplained occurred many years ago, when I was about ten years old. Life on a farm in the rich dairy country of south western Victoria meant natural encounters were part of daily experiences. Childhood games,...
Moving House – Part 4 “ You mean we’re in Pleasantville?’ “ Sounds like the opening line of a movie scene…..only it’s real. Set in a simple place where residents exist in a traditional setting, never changing, just living day...
Due to the aforementioned Mr. M ( fully licenced to drive an 18 ton furniture van and who had never had an accident) one more little worry was eliminated as the move progressed into the final stages.
Moving house is very stressful. It’s high up there on the list of the most stressful things – after death or divorce! Both of these things can be a side effect of moving, especially divorce, which happens after the actual...
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by Pauline Campbell · Published 2015/01/11 · Last modified 2015/02/01
The little white Mazda Familia hatchback, filled to capacity with the last of our breakable, precious items shuddered and swayed yet kept her stability on the slick, wet Westgate freeway. This car was fortunately built to handle such treacherous conditions,...
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by Pauline Campbell · Published 2015/01/10 · Last modified 2015/01/13
“ I come from Des Moines. Someone had to.” So said a famous author. Let me re-phrase that to more specifically reflect my own personal experience on making the life decision to re-locate to a small seaside town. “...
Blue. Blue.The clearest of blue water. Sparkling blue. The You Yangs form the familiar backdrop. A lone white yacht, elegance supreme, makes its gentle way across the bay. A stretch of white, choppy swells break briefly, to reveal two jetskies,...
No it’s not Le Restaurant Jules Verne high in the Eiffel Tower and you don’t need a passport or a long flight to get here. You don’t even need a window seat. You can sit anywhere and still be transported...
The Metro train journey from Melbourne’s west through to Flinders Street is usually a half hour trip. On this occasion, it took longer, delays due to Anzac Day crowds or other assorted breaks in schedule – like the pilfering of...
