Beer and cabriolet

Alistair Turnbull guns his 1929 Chevrolet roadster through the Adelaide Hills, his vintage cabriolet proving surprisingly perky for its age. In fine weather, with its top down, his venerable yet elegant vehicle is a spirited choice for a Sunday afternoon romp.

Locals wave from shady verandahs as we career past apple and stone fruit orchards. We’ve left the village of Lobethal to zoom along narrow lanes and past hedgerows. Turnbull is hunched over the steering wheel, a huge grin on his face, enjoying the throaty growl of the feisty 79-year-old engine. Continue Reading »

A real gem of a place

Rare black opal is the lifeblood of Lightning Ridge, 770 kilometres north west of Sydney on the edge of the Outback. Wrenched from deep within the earth, cut and polished, it produces gems of shimmering, intense, varied colour. Some opals rarely go on sale. “Dad found this in the 1970s and wants to be buried with it,” said one Ridge miner about a truly spectacular stone, then added with a chuckle, “but I’ll dig it up soon afterwards!” Continue Reading »

The hermit of Cat Island

Summer won’t seem quite the same in Strachan, the beautiful little harbour town on Tasmania’s wild West Coast. The hermit of Cat Island won’t be back this year. Continue Reading »

Walk on the wild(ish) side

Use it or lose it! Sage advice at the start of a three-day hike. I’d bought too much stuff to Hobart; double the suggested six kilograms. Continue Reading »

Harry’s world

There’s something about Harry. A cheery, never-say-die approach to life’s twists and turns and a willingness to try something different. Which is why Harry Osborn prefers exploring east of Alice Springs, not west. Continue Reading »

Legging the Larapinta Trail

We clamber into the “troopie”, three of us on either side in the back of the truck, knees jammed together, four Australians and two Americans. The truck lurches onto the street and we head west out of Alice Springs like a rookie squad on it’s first mission. Continue Reading »

Byard’s vision

David Byard awaits me patiently at Moruya airport in his dusty four-wheel drive. The three-hour round trip from his home to collect me shows considerable commitment. At the same time, it’s nothing unusual for such a roving artist. Continue Reading »

Burrawang Bill

Bill Royal is not a guy who enjoys being in front of a camera. He’s not particularly camera shy but, if asked to tilt his weather-worn Akubra to lift the shadow from his face, he’s quite likely to give a one-finger salute. Continue Reading »