Caroline Stocks on the obvious combination of journalism, media and farming
I fell for it again today. Not having much old stuff in the country, touristy spots attempt to make up for what they’re lacking in age by promoting their size. There was the giant cassowary near Cairns, the enormous bull in Rockhampton and the whopping wool bales in Hamilton. The other thing guidebooks and signs [...]
For the first time in nearly a fortnight, I managed to sleep properly last night. Partly it was because there was a bolt on my bedroom door (I’m paranoid about sleeping in hotels by myself, regardless of which country I’m in), but mainly it was because I wasn’t attempting to rest my head on a [...]
Having spent the last two weeks practicing it, I’ve become rather adept in the art of pidgin to try and make myself understood here in India. So adept, in fact, that I’ve inadvertently started speaking in loud, slow, broken English all the time. Which is why today’s exchange outside Mumbai’s Gateway of India was a [...]
Guess who got run into by a motorbike today? Given the amount of bonkers drivers around here, I figured it was only a matter of time before I saw an accident, I just didn’t think I was going to be involved in one. Before anyone (i.e., mother) panics, I should point out that no Caroline’s [...]
There’s a yak in the alley outside my window. I’d lean out to take a photo but I’m not sure the glass will stay in the frame if I jolt it. You’ll just have to believe me, it’s there. If this was the weirdest element of my day, I’d be quite happy, but I have [...]
For those of you who have suffered my tales of back woe on Twitter (and for my mum, who can somehow find her way onto my blog but not to an email inbox) I thought you might be mildly interested to see these pictures. I’ve seen several doctors and physios over the past couple of [...]
What’s that? How am I feeling? Well, thanks for asking, imaginary concerned blog-readers. I actually feel a bit achy tonight. It must be the typhoid. Today’s been a bit odd, I have to admit. It started with trying to propel a cat off an spinney office chair, dropping my coat in a giant muddy puddle [...]
Me either. But it turns out they do. And they can write. And pop letters in the post all the way from Australia. Don’t believe me? Well look what turned up at Stocks Towers today: Of course, I could be wrong and it could just be that someone thinks it’s terribly amoosing to take advantage [...]
