Nothing Quite Like Experience

Picture this: a country bumpkin standing in a sheep holding pen with 20-odd uni students, wondering what she will learn on a university field day at a farm. “I need a volunteer.” Sure. Why not? I step up nervously, awaiting the instructions. “I want...

Solar is your superpower!

I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of drought and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror – The wide brown land for me! So many words in this stanza of the poem ring true. A...