Posts from the ‘Creative’ category

The Road of Ruins

My hands gripped to the railing, I peered down at the ancient brickwork laid out in the dimensions of a house. My fingers twitched as the suburban road stretched on ahead of me in the middle of the fresh, morning mist which mingled with the scent of a bit tongue splashed across the dashboard, dribbled down soft flesh onto the stone blocks below. 

Oradour-sur-Glane

Have you ever had a travel experience so significant that it left an indelible scar upon your life for over a decade? My first visit to Oradour-sur-Glane did just that.

The Falls

It was a sultry Saturday afternoon on January 11, 1845, when a little boy of eight or nine and his elder sister went to play at the Yarra Falls.