makar [ˈmækər]
n (Literature / Poetry) Scot a creative artist, esp a poet
[a Scot variant of maker]

Wednesday, December 22, 2010


Here are some Christmas books that we've been reading over the last couple of weeks. My daughter, at almost 3, is just starting to become aware of the concept of Christmas and all its traditions. This evening, she told me that her Father Christmas won't be wearing red; he'll be in white! Hopefully in cotton or linen, and not velvet and fur too - it's pretty humid right now!

The Night Before Christmas (Book and CD) by Clement C. Moore & Eric Pubyaret
Magical illustrations for this beautiful, classic Christmas poem.

Santa's Aussie Christmas by Maria Farrer and Anna Walker
Funny, very Australian, and gorgeously illustrated.

Mrs Pepperpot's Christmas by Alf Proysen
One from my childhood that we rediscovered on Grandad's book shelf. It has a certain old-fashioned charm!

Friday, December 17, 2010


{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Inspired by Soulemama



The ongoing decorating...

Friday, December 10, 2010



I grew up in England, and Christmas in the midst of the Aussie Summer heat still feels decidedly odd to me. Perhaps that explains our rather unusual Christmas decorations...or perhaps we're just a bit eccentric! Either way, they were a lot of fun to make, and we're not finished yet...

Sunday, December 5, 2010



We are still swamped by lemons (not that I'm complaining), and this is the latest lemony delicacy I've added to my repertoire: Demerara Lemon Cake with Thick Yoghurt courtesy of Nigel Slater's The Kitchen Diaries. Super moist and a lovely combination of sweet and sour lemon. Yum!

Friday, December 3, 2010


{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

Inspired by Soulemama

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


Isn't it ridiculous how someone can make you feel like a bad mother just with a single look? Because your pram's looking pretty grubby and your almost three year old is drinking milk out of a carton and your baby is late for his morning nap and wants to be held and you can't find your mobile phone anywhere in your overcrowded bag and you've only filled in half of the form because something or someone distracted you and you've just noticed that your top is covered in breakfast, or at least you hope that's what it is... As if any of that matters. As if any of those things make you a bad person. As if they really know anything about who you are and how you live. Some people, hey?

Thank goodness, I had my friends, tea and chocolate, back home to make me feel better!

Friday, November 19, 2010


{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

Inspired by Soulemama

Tuesday, November 16, 2010



It's almost that time of year again and I'm spending more of my precious evenings, than I'd like to, obsessing over Christmas presents. Gifts for the children are no problem - they're the fun ones to buy - it's everyone else who is tricky! Plus I have a couple of December birthdays to complicate matters. Shopping and my children, in their current developmental stages, don't mix, so it all has to be done on the net. I'm thinking that Oxfam Unwrapped might be the answer...

I'm also currently obsessed with pumpkin scones and asparagus. So very good!

Friday, November 12, 2010


{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

Inspired by Soulemama

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Some recent and current reads...

Incendiary by Chris Cleave
(This was a tough read for me - I found the subject matter a little uncomfortable - but it was unlike anything else I've read before.)

The White Earth by Andrew McGahan
(Only a couple of chapters in, but this is just beautiful, captivating writing.)

The Troll by Julia Donaldson
(We love all her books and this one is particularly brilliant. Come Christmas day, the library book will be replaced by our own copy. Yay!)

Thursday, November 4, 2010

In the doldrums



DEATH OF A WHALER by Nerida Newton

Allen & Unwin, $22.95 pb, 305 pp, 9781741147919




In my final year at university, overwhelmed by a gargantuan backlog of reading, I opted for a course with only one book on the required reading list. It was called ‘Literature and the Sea’ and the novel was Herman Melville’s Moby Dick. Surfeit to say, it was no easy option. Immense in both size and scope, the American classic is awash with biblical references and allegory. Given its synonymy with the mythical leviathans of the deep, it is unsurprising that Moby Dick haunts Nerida Newton’s second novel, Death of a Whaler. The anti-hero protagonist, Flinch, periodically dips into his well-thumbed copy in the hope that it will provide him with answers. Instead, it leaves him frustrated, his bewilderment merely exacerbated.

Set in Byron Bay, the death in the title occurs in 1962, but the majority of the novel takes place in 1975, against a backdrop of social change. Already an outsider due to his physical disability and alcoholic mother, Flinch is involved in the accidental killing of his friend and fellow whaler, Nate. The guilt surrounding the incident turns him into a recluse, fracturing his life in two: “Man. Before. Murderer. After”. Unable to escape the notion that his fate is set, Flinch is certain that the sea “is the element of his destiny”. As an unhappy child, the ocean offered him an escape from his miserable existence on land. The hours spent watching the whales from the cliffs led to his job as a whale-spotter: his fascination bringing about their destruction and, indirectly, the death of his first real friend. Ahab’s relentless hunt for Moby Dick is often interpreted as an analogy for man’s struggle against fate, and Flinch also consider the whales to be “a signal for something bigger than himself”. Believing he is doomed, he refuses to return to the sea.

Flinch’s journey of self-forgiveness runs in parallel to the altering fortunes of “a town coloured with memories”. Punished for its crimes against nature, Byron Bay is “all empty streets, the silence that has descended on the town and the odd old bastard crying quietly into his beer”. Infused with a sense of distaste about their whaling history, the residents are as uncomfortable with their complicity in the slaughter as Flinch.

The process of healing is set in motion by his burgeoning friendship with Karma and subsequent encounters with the hippie commune where she resides. With her fragile façade of carefree happiness, Karma senses in Flinch another damaged soul, and draws him into the world of “The Aquarians. The Alternatives.” Amongst this odd assortment of waifs and strays, Flinch feels he has “stumbled on some kind of oasis […] an explorer wandered out of the desert and into a culture he is immediately drawn to but can’t understand.” On the outskirts of society, within this eccentric communal world of cleansing and healing ceremonies, he “feels forcibly immersed as if his head had been pushed underwater and he is meant to emerge reborn.”

When Karma leaves town to face her own complicated past, Flinch embarks on the restoration of an old boat with an equally tragic history. The project serves as a motif for both the rejuvenation of Byron Bay, with its growing influx of tourists and hippies, and Flinch’s voyage towards redemption.

Death of a Whaler is saturated with sea mythology and, for the most part, these allusions to symbols and superstitions add depth and meaning to the writing. Occasionally they feel clumsily executed and superfluous. Newton’s attempts at magic realism when establishing Flinch’s aqueous nature, as a kind of half-man, half-fish, are overlaboured and ill at ease with the realist tone of the novel. “Conceived in a grimy claw-foot bathtub” and born “with a torrent of water that the midwife claimed she’d never before witnessed” perhaps extends the metaphor a touch too far.

Nate tells Flinch that Moby Dick is about: “Madness. Obsession. The political and moral state […] at the time it was written.” Death of a Whaler is not devoid of madness and obsession and, as with any book set in a time of upheaval, the political and moral do assert their presence on the narrative. However, to suggest that Nerida’s novel is also about these things would be misrepresentative. This is a quieter story: less universal, more circumstantial, but none the less affecting. It does not need to be encumbered with such a glut of symbols and references. A simple tale about guilt, loss and forgiveness, Death of a Whaler is a novel with captivating characters, powerful poetic descriptions, and brilliantly captured dialogue. Ultimately, the burdensome weight of Newton’s influences and allusions cannot sink it.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

It's jacaranda time again...

The big jacaranda in our garden has just burst into bloom, reminding me why I fell for this scruffy old house of ours. Those delicate purple flowers are so pretty against the bright blue summer skies. And it's getting hot here. Really hot. Hot enough for icy poles and paddling pools and humming fans...


Sunday, October 31, 2010

Friday, October 29, 2010


{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

Inspired by Soulemama

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

We've been enjoying some beautiful days down south: cloudless skies, white sand, clear water, whales everywhere! It was wonderful, but I'm always happy to be home.




Friday, October 15, 2010


{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Inspired by Soulemama

Friday, October 8, 2010


{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

Inspired by Soulemama

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Yoghurt, coconut, apple, honey, cinnamon muffins. Packed full of goodness!


Monday, October 4, 2010


There's been a flurry of birthday parties of late. This little rainbow lorikeet had a grand old time at one. I was very relieved when she decided not to go as a giraffe! Need to work on my costumier-skills before the next batch...

Friday, October 1, 2010


{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Inspired by Soulemama

Friday, September 24, 2010


{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Inspired by Soulemama

Thursday, September 23, 2010


The Adorable Florables at The King's Park Festival
Go check them out over the long weekend!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Strawberries, chocolate, coconut, cake - four of my favourite things!



Sunday, September 19, 2010













Under the shade of the Jacaranda tree, with a warm easterly blowing, we spent a morning discovering all the new leaves, shoots, buds and flowers in the garden. There's a lot happening out there at the moment...
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