(Not so*) Secret Women’s Business


How shall I put this? Spade a spade. Shovel a shovel. One of the tricky issues I had when I first started bushwalking, was figuring out exactly what to do with, well, the issue. OK, periods. Freakin’, bloody periods. Or as the horn-rimmed glassed ladies in the 1950s school education videos would pronounce, “men-stroo-ay-shun”. When I joined my fabulous bush walking club around 1999, the … [Read more...]