Born on an island at the end of the world, I have spent two decades evading the destiny of staying in Tasmania ‘for the term of my natural life’. Journalist, foreign correspondent, travel writer, photographer, I have roamed the planet in search of adventure, challenges, change, contrasts and beauty. Now based loosely between Australia and France, my suitcase is my true pied-à-terre and most recognisable landmark.
An irredeemable vagabond in my life and work, there is nothing I love more than being set loose in a city or the countryside with my camera and feet as trusty companions. Please join me on my spontaneous peregrinations as I discover the wonders of the world: the best bakeries and patisseries in Paris, the Hansel & Gretel villages of the Alsace wine route, Rome’s catacombs, Copenhagen’s cycling superhighways, Sydney’s suburban cafes, the best hiking in Hong Kong, or Malaysia’s night markets – the sultry, savoury and spice-laden pasar malam.
My writing above all else is an invitation to roam. Come walk with me – if you dare! (Walk and occasionally bike, boat, hike, jog, train etc.) My balades are as multifarious as my interests – cultural, historical and bookish, epicurean, arty, architectural – or just long lazy pointless strolls. Very often too they are green. Deep green.
If I end up infecting you with a deep desire for unrestrained global roaming, then I will have achieved my aim. Balades of course is the inimitable French word for a long, lyrical, often aimless (though always deeply rewarding) stroll. My life has just been one big balade.