Churchill Island Farmer’s Market is a favourite of mine. Every Saturday morning in January it runs, come rain, blaring heat or the island’s gusty-wind. The market is one of the things that makes summer, well a summer. It’s full of fresh and local produce. You have the stalls that have been standing ever since we first […]

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We have this little blue and white dinghy that sits on the dunes waiting to be used. We bought it from an older Italian gentleman who had obviously cared for it a great deal. Here is its first whirl (or slow struggle) in the Western Port Bay on NYE.

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My hands are the ones that first travel down the hand-smoothed planks of pine that act as railing.The splinters have been long removed by other hands that trailed down its decline, so that it’s a smooth and hard wood that steadies my steps towards the sea. The wind picks up my hair and throws it […]

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