The house in the woods


I wandered through the woods
No warnings did I heed
I came across a house
That fulfilled some inner need

A house built of chocolate
Of bread and sweets galore
I had to know who lived there
So I knocked on the door

A pointy-nosed woman
Peered through a crack
‘Excuse me, please’, said I
‘I think I’m off the track’

She opened the door wider
And eyed me from head to toe
She was a bony bumpy woman
With a hunch that stooped her low

She smiled a crooked smile
And was missing teeth a-few
‘Come inside dearie’, she croaked
‘And I’ll show you the route.’

The inside was sweeter than I’d thought
With walls of chocolate honeycomb
The curtains made of lollies
And candy crunch on the floor

She noticed my fascination
While she seated me on a chair of cake
‘Can I get you something to eat?
Something sweet or freshly baked?’

I nodded as I wanted both
And explored while she left
That’s when I bumped into a girl
She told me her name was Gretel

She said she was being held captive
Her brother was in a cage
The bony bumpy woman of the house
Was fattening him up for the next stage

I heard the woman come back
With my goodies to gorge
I figured she wanted to fatten me up
But I had no self-control

I ate and I ate, yet wanted more
She smiled and let me eat
By the end of the night
I wasn’t satisfied and needed more sweet

She looked a bit troubled
As I filled out the room
Taking up space from wall to wall
And feet kicking out the window

I didn’t know how to stop
As I grew by the minute
That’s when I finally knew
The woman wasn’t going to win this

I swallowed my last peanut butter cup
And heard a quiet little pop
As I burst into a thousand chocolate pieces
The house too crumbled and wouldn’t stop

If you wander through the woods some day
No house of sweets will you see
The wicked witch thought it was hers
But in the end, it belonged to me

(c) Sanch – Living my Imperfect Life


photo credit: Eva the Weaver via photopin cc

Until next time,



Rosie Batty – Australian of the year

Image Source: SMH

In a bittersweet moment yesterday, Rosie Batty was named Australian of the year for campaigning against family violence. To those not in the know, Ms Batty’s son Luke was murdered a year ago by his biological father. Since Luke’s death, Ms Batty has spoken up about domestic violence and the need for a cultural change. She has been immensely courageous to find her voice in the wake of her personal tragedy.

Domestic violence is rife even in 2015. Yet, not everyone speaks about it. Not everyone knows about it. These are stats that you should know:

One in three women experiences violence at the hand of someone they know.

On average, one woman is killed every week by an intimate partner.

One in four children has been exposed to domestic violence. 

These statistics are real. And they are scary. Yet, there aren’t enough services to support women and children in a violent environment. It seems hypocritical for the prime minister to present Ms Batty with this award while at the same time cutting funding to women’s refuges in the last 12 months. Yes, in spite of knowing that one in three women experiences violence at the hands of someone they know, there still isn’t enough being done to help them.

Hopefully, with Rosie Batty’s help, our governments will be able to see some sense and actually do something around domestic violence. Hopefully, they will begin to take it more seriously. Sadly, the deaths are far too many. And an AVO is just not going to cut it.

People need to realise that domestic violence is not just about physical violence. It is emotional, psychological, and sexual. We may see the physical scars but we are not always aware of the psychological ones. Sadly, these are the women who need others to speak out for them more than ever. These are the women who need to be given hope.

If you know a friend, family member or neighbour in a violent relationship, do something. Say something. Don’t just remain silent. Sure, it might happen behind closed doors but you are still a human being. And I think as human beings, we need to look out for other human beings. Plain and simple.

We all need to talk about domestic violence.

We all need to stand up against it.

Rosie Batty has started the conversation. Let’s continue it.

Until next time,


Travel Tales: Bright

Our final stop on our holidays was Bright in the alpine region of Victoria. This of course, was after a week spent hiking the Overland Track, three days in Hobart and then a couple of days in Foster and one in Mallacoota. We drove for about six hours to Bright stopping at Lakes Entrance, Omeo and then through a foggy alpine region and Mount Hotham for some sustenance and photos. We got to Bright in the afternoon and checked into the motel which was right in the middle of the town. G suggested driving up to Mount Buffalo but I declined, wanting instead to explore the town. JC ended up doing the same and we felt a bit guilty for not accompanying G.

Flowers in Omeo
enroute to bright
The alpine area en route to Bright



I checked out some of the shops before I made my way to Bright Brewery where JC was. It was such a great atmosphere. At the back of the brewery, right in the middle of the town, was this huge swimming area filled with kids and families. It looked like a lot of fun! And then, at the brewery itself, we listened to some live music while trying out some of their ciders and ales. After a couple of drinks, we figured we were better off having something to eat but to still wait for G for dinner.

As we headed to the local Woolies, we got side-tracked by some more live music! This time, it was at a wine bar. We got ourselves a cheese platter to enjoy the music and politely declined the free wine tasting. Yes, we actually said no to alcohol! Probably because for me at least, the two pale ales had already made me far too relaxed! Once G joined us an hour later, we headed back to the Brewery for some more ‘brew’ and food.

Later, we grabbed an ice cream and walked around the entire town to walk off the food! I fell in love with Bright. It truly ‘bright’ened up my spirits and it was a shame we were only there for one night. It was as good as Hobart for me. Funnily enough, this was the only place I forgot to take pictures with my proper camera and instead just took in the moments and a few photos with my phone! Go figure. I think I was caught up in the moment that the thought of using my proper camera just slipped my mind.

Out and about in Bright
Out and about in Bright

The next day, we left pretty early {around 7ish} to make our way back to Sydney. After a few stops along the way, I got back around 4 p.m. While I had a great time being away, it was good to be home again!

Hope you’ve enjoyed my travels this summer. My next trip away will most likely be around June-July to Canada. I’m looking forward to that!

Until next time,



Travel Tales: Goodbye Tasmania. Hello regional Victoria.

If you have been keeping up with my travels over the summer, I first hiked the Overland track and then spent some time in Hobart, Bruny Island and Port Arthur. After three days in Hobart, we started our road trip. We had to catch the ferry — the Spirit of Tasmania — from Devonport to Melbourne. The ferry was in the evening but we headed off around 8 that morning. We stopped at Ross which was a beautiful historic little town and drove up Mount Barrow for some views and lunch.

Local Council at Ross


View from top of Mount Barrow
View from top of Mount Barrow

We eventually made our way to Devonport and got on the Spirit of Tasmania by 6 p.m. Having never been on a cruise, this was probably the closest I came to being on one. The three of us had a cabin with four bunk beds. It was tight but not bad for one night. After 3 hours of eating, wandering around the ferry and checking the scenery as the boat departed, we ran out of things to do and just went to bed.

Lighthouse at Devonport
Lighthouse at Devonport
Goodbye Devonport. And goodbye Tassie!
Goodbye Devonport. And goodbye Tassie!

We were woken up 4:50 a.m. by the captain to let us know we were reaching Melbourne. By the time we disembarked though, it was 6:30. Let’s just say, we weren’t too happy with that. We headed to Southern Cross station to pick up JK who was going to spend the weekend with us. We then made our way towards Foster but given that we could only check in after 2:00 p.m., we decided to head to Phillip Island after breakfast.

Good morning Melbourne!
Pyramid rock
Pyramid rock
Penguin on Phillip Island
Phillip Island
Phillip Island
Check out the shades of blue
Little Bunny!

The weather was a bit drizzly but it was still quite lovely to walk on the boardwalk at Phillip Island. We got lucky and saw a couple of penguins hidden in their boxes. We also saw the most gorgeous little bunny rabbit! I was smitten! :) After a couple of hours or so, we decided to make our way to Foster in the rainy weather.

Foster is a quaint little town. We chose it because it was close to Wilson’s Promontory. That afternoon though, we took it easy and just hung around the motel and the town centre. The next day, G, JC and I headed to Wilson’s Prom National Park. We felt a bit lazy for a hike and thought of just checking out spots for photo ops. After checking out Tidal River though, we thought we should at least do a short hike. We went to grab our bags and well, as Murphy’s law would have it, it began to rain. So we gave up. Went back to the motel. The two boys then went to the movies while I had a nanna nap. Yep, I did catch up on a whole lot of sleep on my holidays!

Tidal river
Tidal river

The next day, we headed to Mallacoota sans JK who made his way to Melbourne to get back to Sydney. Sadly, it was another drizzly and overcast day. We still managed to check out the waterfront before heading back to our cabin for some cheese and ciders, then some dinner and then, calling it a night.

At the wharf
At the wharf

We made our way to Bright the day after but I’ll leave that story for another post!

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Until next time,



Travel Tales: Hobart, Bruny Island and Port Arthur

Once we completed the Overland Track, we were picked up in the afternoon from Lake St. Clair and taken to Hobart. We’d booked a house in Hobart as one of us had a Land Rover. After getting to the house at about 8 p.m. the first thing most of us wanted to do was shower. Eight people. One bathroom. But we managed. We then cooked up a feast for dinner with some of the group going to the shops for meat, salad, cheese and of course, alcohol. We barbecued and cooked and then ate and drank our way into the night. {This was just the beginning of the cheese and alcohol!}

The next day, we hit Hobart town centre. Some of the group ended up going to Mona museum. I wasn’t part of that group. Instead, with the others, I spent some time in the city checking out the markets and shops, and then making my way to the Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens. It was spectacularly beautiful. We also managed to spend late afternoon at Salamanca Place. I got sucked into a few book stores that day and purchased 6 books. So much for my plan last year to not buy any new books until I read the 90-odd books on my shelf! By the end of that day, three of our group left for Sydney leaving only five of us.

Beautiful architecture in the middle of Hobart


View of the Derwent river from the Botanic gardens


Flowers in the gardens


Beautiful white flower


Duck in the Japanese garden section
Duck in the Japanese garden section



Later that night, we drove up to Mount Wellington to capture some shots of the sunset. To say it was cold about 1200 metres above sea level was an understatement! But it was a beautiful sight!

Sunset from Mount Wellington
Sunset from Mount Wellington


You can't have too many sunsets
You can’t have too many sunsets

The next day, we headed to Bruny Island which is south of Hobart. Bruny Island is pretty big and we drove from one end of the island to the other stopping at a few points for a lookout and some lunch. We finished off Bruny Island with a visit to the lighthouse at the southernmost tip of the continent. Next stop is pretty much Antarctica.

A lookout


Gorgeous white beach




After leaving Bruny Island, we headed back home with plans to visit Port Arthur the next day. The other two members of the group left for Sydney that morning leaving JC, G and me in the Land Rover. Port Arthur was great. I loved the history of the place and the ancient buildings. I was mesmerised by the architecture just as I had been in the city of Hobart. We spent most morning and early afternoon there taking in the history and a gazillion photos.

Port Arthur gaol


The church



Finally we headed back home to prepare to leave Hobart the next day and thereby embark on our road trip back to Sydney. But to hear that, you have to wait for another post!

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Until next time,