Take your pick; stories or photos; birds or fungi; old houses or sunsets. If Toumpas don’t like it tell me. If you do like it tell me. I don’t care either way. So here is a story; truth or fiction? Who knows! If the real Pamela ever gets to read this and recognises herself let me tell her that I am sorry and I behaved … Continue reading Barbara
Do you want another story? There are a few tiny little bits in this that smack of the truth but I’ll leave you to work out which for yourself. I have no intention of telling you. And it has only two parts. Aquilino’s mother and tomorrow Aquilino’s father. When William woke on the morning of seventeenth of September he did not feel well. He had … Continue reading Hermoso es! Aquilino’s mother
What happened after I left and before I got back at lunchtime was as follows. The AFP Inspector, who had been the one who’d phoned Noel, had asked the Sergeant to drop in and see him at his office at the Commonwealth Centre. From Noel’s point of view it was more like an interrogation than and inter-service liaison. The Inspector had heard from his opposite … Continue reading Pt 21. ‘This is how it’s done.’
Even if the Sergeant is right and everything is being set up for ‘pass-the-parcel’ we won’t know until we see it. “So if we’re right,” said Noel, “What are some of the problems? Theirs and ours? Simmie you go first. What haven’t we thought of?” “Well, Boss. Everyone of those concrete blocks are in deep water, below low tide. But if there is a low … Continue reading Pt 17 The Conundrum
It was our first summer together. Where she lived before she said she had never heard them. Of course it was only afterwards when we were talking about it that she was able to say that they didn’t have them where she had come from. Actually she was not all that comfortable living in the forest were I had built my cabin; the noises at … Continue reading Lizabeth.
Janine called in on her official police radio. Alejandro and the helmsman were coming in voluntarily. Sgt Noel put me into his office and pulled down the blind. “Stay here, shut up and under no circumstances come out. Garcia doesn’t know you weren’t in the boat he rammed and I want him to go on not knowing.” He walked out closed the door and we … Continue reading Pt 15. Crocodile tears
Simmie headed off home and Janine and I sat in her boat; we were giving him a chance to get ahead of us she said. Then she opened a small box in her cabin. “OK. Well there’s Simmie,” she said pointing a finger at a red circle on a small black screen. It was quite fascinating to watch the matter-of-fact way she spied on my … Continue reading Pt 14 Rammed!
Do you remember that woman who contacted me in T.I. and gave me my instructions? Well she had twinned because there was another with her. I was harbouring some residual resentment after everything had gone wrong with that episode, and it was late, so I may not have come across as the most welcoming of people. She didn’t introduce her companion and she did not … Continue reading You can never escape. pt 2. Cat-ryn
I had promised my children and my brother and sisters that I was finished with adventures. One of them said something about me being nearly as old as our father when he died. Stop pushing your luck, John. And definitely, said one of my best friends, if you hadn’t gone off at the mouth about what you were going to do nobody would have known … Continue reading You can never escape. pt1.
The day before I leave for Cairns I go to the Mechanics Institute Reading room. It opens at 10 in the morning and I arrived at ten minutes after. My plan was to be there waiting for them and when they arrive I will look at my watch and show my annoyance at being kept waiting. There are three comfortable chairs and I sat reading … Continue reading It’s Canberra – pt 4