Supper
It is a long time since I have been borne along so enthusiastically. My admirers carry me up the muddy street and around a corner. They sing, they dance, they […]
It is a long time since I have been borne along so enthusiastically. My admirers carry me up the muddy street and around a corner. They sing, they dance, they […]
One little bit of kang-oo-roo – is that too much to ask, when I have come such a long way? Apparently so. The people of Hobart Town turn out to […]
New moon, Month of the Dead Horse, the Year of Clotted Cream (which the humans call 1824) ‘Greetings, fair citizens of Hobart Town. I, Harry-le-beau, world-famous hunter, have come to […]