by Peter Nelson
“Hanging on for dear life” is a phrase you hear a lot, but it never applied to me until now. I had eight fingers supporting my entire...
by Peter Nelson
Nowra, New South Wales. Well, it could be worse.
Living in a rambling, very dilapidated old farmhouse in the middle of almost nowhere. ...
by Peter Nelson
A brief excursion off the sheep station. Exploring the area, courtesy of my experienced thumb. Richard and Susan and me driving through...