The historic wooden footbridge of Balendup main

The Historic Wooden Footbridge of Balendup main, reads the small plaque tacked to the side of the town’s quaint little river crossing. Installed in such a location so as it is often obscured by small bundles of leaf litter; the plaque itself is a neat rectangle of brass and patina that was engraved with the consideration … Continue reading The historic wooden footbridge of Balendup main →

Morning’s dust

‘You ever notice how Martin uses a lot of chimney sweep slang?’ The pasteled hue of a morning sky streaked across the horizon.Baulking in fright against sunrise, the wind decided to remain still with pale hope that no one noticed, it was a stillness that almost echoed.In a shack of curled wood and stolen nails, … Continue reading Morning’s dust →