The rapping on the door became more insistent. I didn’t move and I didn’t make a sound. Perhaps if I just sit here, quiet and still, she’ll go away. It … Continue reading Through the Peephole
Not quite looking back. Simply watching where I’ve been.
What did you dream about when you were young?
In 2010, Dean and I had been bushwalking by ourselves for over two years and thought we could improve our knowledge of this activity we enjoyed so much by joining … Continue reading Getting Lost – Epilogue
I considered this would be the first and last bushwalk I would undertake with a group of walkers. Their approach, or more accurately, their attitude, was not for me. I … Continue reading Getting Lost – Part 6
I was cut off from the rest of the group and I was starting to get angry. How dare they be so selfish, so self-centred and totally inconsiderate me? Someone … Continue reading Getting Lost – Part 5
I just wanted someone to comfort me. I wanted to get out of the rainforest and back to the car. I wanted my husband to come walking towards me, wrap … Continue reading Getting Lost – Part 4
I cannot believe they went ahead without me. I know the Golden Rule of Bushwalking: “The group can only go as fast as the slowest walker.” I was the slowest … Continue reading Getting Lost – Part 3