There are some experiences that trigger memories of times long gone in faraway places.

The smell of rain hitting parched earth covered in dead gum leaves is one that transports me back to childhood, to a time when we lived in a hamlet named Terowie. It’s still on the map but most of what I remember of the place is now gone into the shadowy world of history. Continue reading “Transported”

Middle class crime in the suburbs

Last week I enjoyed reading Cold Granite, Book 1 in the Logan McRae series, by Stuart MacBride, on my daily commute.

A couple of things caught my attention. Continue reading “Middle class crime in the suburbs”