About that EV I said I was buying...
A few weeks ago I sent you a newsletter titled I'm buying an EV I've never
The MG Story I Didn't Plan to Keep Telling
Six weeks ago I told you I was buying a Zeekr 7X. I'm not. Here's the small white hatch I'm driving instead, and how I got here.
The three words that became our favourite Sicilian dessert
We were sitting in a gelateria on the edge of Trapani's old town, towards one of the points
Trapani and the Egadi Islands: The Quietest Week in Sicily
Less polished than Taormina, less famous than Cefalù, but an amazing place that stands on its own and we'd readily go back.
The BBQ recipe that's almost impossible to mess up
I own half a dozen barbecue cookbooks. I've smoked duck, cured bacon, and ruined at least one expensive
The BBQ Recipe I've Cooked More Than Any Other (And Never Messed Up)
Weber's chipotle chicken quesadillas. Fifteen minutes of prep, thirty minutes on the grill, zero failures in years of making them.
The river that mirrors itself
On Tasmania's west coast, there's a river so still that photographs of it look the same
Strahan: The Fishing Village at the Edge of the Wilderness
A harbour you can hear before you see it, a river so still it mirrors the sky, and a Huon pine cheeseboard I'll never replace.
The quietest place I've ever stayed in Victoria
Six hours east of Melbourne, past Bairnsdale, past Lakes Entrance, past the point where the highway gives way to winding
The Drive to Mallacoota: Six Hours East for a Town That Time Forgot
A sleepy fishing village at the end of a winding forest road, where the pelicans outnumber the people and the flathead are the size of your arm.