Freezing in Freo

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged about a place in my own country, and though it has been almost a year since I went to Perth, it probably won’t hurt for me to revisit one of the world’s most remote cities, in particular its famous port of Fremantle. … More Freezing in Freo

Village of Azincourt

In a way there is probably not that much that would set Azincourt apart from the multitude of small villages scattered across the French countryside, and probably even less of a reason why anybody would take their time turning off their journey to pass through it (let along getting stuck behind a combine harvester), except for one thing – around six hundred years a lot of French blood was spilt on the fields thereabout. … More Village of Azincourt

Barny’s on Broadway

St Barnabas actually has quite a history, and even had the rather controversial Arch-bishop of Sydney Peter Jensen as one of the ministers (as well as a number of other names that I recognise, including Rob Forsyth, who was a minister of my parent’s Church when I was a child, and whose son is now the vicar of St Judes, the church that I currently attend). … More Barny’s on Broadway

Ypres & the Fields of Flanders

I have had this desire to travel to Ypres for quite a while, and no doubt it had a lot to do with my passion for history, and in particular World War I history. One of the reasons that Ypres (actually probably the only reason) is that it was the sight of a number of battles that raged near the end of the war, and also because of an iconic picture of soldiers marching along wooden boards through a skeletal forest across a muddy terrain that had been blasted to smithereens. … More Ypres & the Fields of Flanders