Approaching the recently launched Blackheath Creative shop in Station Street there is a heavenly aroma from Christmassy scented candles. I stopped outside to chat to friends and they asked if I had some exotic perfume on. But don’t just wander past…..walk in! Everything here is locally sourced
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As a writer and gardener, I find it hard to resist roses with a connection to a much loved book, or its author. Perhaps my favourite would be the beautifully scented David Austin rose called Jude the Obscure, named for Thomas Hardy’s tragic novel. It’s appropriate that
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Foxgloves (digitalis purpurea) fill me with nostalgia. My mother grew them in her rural Tasmanian garden. ‘Don’t touch them’, she would tell us, ‘they’re poisonous. ‘ Naturally my sister Robbie and I defied her by sticking our fingers into the little ‘gloves’ with a mixture of
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FOLLOWING ON FROM DEVILISH DRUGS. ANOTHER BATTLE IN THE WAR After I left hospital my strength began to return, but the fluid around my heart did not clear as hoped. By April it had actually increased slightly, and surgery became the only option. My surgeon was amazing.
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Continued from PART III – Creepy Answers ‘YOU HAVE CHURG STRAUSS SYNDROME…THERE IS CURRENTLY NO CURE’ Even though I had been informed in the most gentle and empathetic manner, the word ‘incurable’ shocked me to the core. Was Dr Flood joking? Hardly any diseases are incurable these
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FOLLOWNG ON FROM – A MEDICAL MYSTERY It was always an early start to the day at The San, because the cardiologist made his daily ward rounds at 6.00am. My spirits never failed to lift when he appeared. Due to medication I hardly slept and the kindly
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Following on from PART ONE of course. By now I had become a medical mystery. What happened next probably saved my life. My worried cardiologist at Katoomba had a discussion with the hospital’s emergency doctor, who had assessed me when I was first admitted. This lovely lady
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‘You’re playing with Pandora’s box. Sometimes it’s better not to open it. Sometimes, it’s better not to know’. Tatiana de Rosnay. In September 2011 I was completing my research for a narrative non-fiction book in Great Malvern, a beautiful town in the English county of Worcestershire. It
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There is a constant battle during spring, when birds are competing for territory, water, and food to feed their chicks. Here in the Blue Mounains of NSW only the large cockatoos and kookburras rise above the fray. Size matters…..on the next level down currawongs will chase off
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I was working on my book while lunching at Blackheath’s art deco New Ivanhoe Hotel recently, and also completing my survey of local pies. This one was beef, thankfully without kidneys! As I was gazing in bemusement at the giant side-serve of gravy (wot, no tomato sauce?),
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