I'm an incorrigible banjo player, a fair-weather sailor, a bee keeper, a serial art-and-craft dabbler, a story teller and a blogger at coriobay.blog. By day, I'm a mild-mannered educational author and linguist (PhD German).
With its complex geology, rich Aboriginal culture and diverse wildlife – Tower Hill is an Australian treasure trove. The volcanic plains of southwestern Victoria sweep down from the craggy Grampians and Victoria Ranges in the north to the Bass Strait coast. There they are abruptly truncated at sandstone and limestone cliffs or hemmed by soft dunes and marshy lagoons.
Dancing on the Face of the Swarm
We're in the middle of spring here on the Victorian coast. At this time of year, honeybee colonies expand and their nests become congested, as the queen increases her rate of egg laying, and foragers bring in increasing supplies of nectar and pollen. All of this activity requires additional storage space and living quarters, and sooner or later, home is full.
Gurnang – Life of a Creek
I am Gurnang. I was named by the First People, the Wadawurrung, already old in wisdom at my birth. Bunjil sent thunder and lightning; the earth shook and sank. Rainwater filled the shallow basin. Thus was my mother, Borrong Gook, born.
The best thing about holidaying in Port Fairy was her early morning run to the island. Astrid was the early riser in her family, and relished this time alone. All the more so this morning, after the bitter words, then recriminatory silence of the evening before.
One of a Kind
'That,' said the young woman, 'is surely the finest instrument I've ever seen.' Aaron's deep-set eyes glinted in pleasure beneath his shaggy brows. The creases in his face grew deeper as he chuckled.
Grey Eyed Girl
Emerging from the station underpass, he took in the hiss of tyres on wet asphalt, the roar of truck engines and the hollow rumble of trams. Muffled pedestrians bent into the damp wind. Litter blotted the pavement, accumulated in the gutter.
It was shortly after losing her that he began to lose himself. Just little things at first. He lost words for days at a time, only for them to return unbidden. Familiar faces became difficult to pin a name to.