Staying in a house lined street devoid of trees, I found myself longing for the sound of leaves crunching under my feet, the crispiness of the wintery air on my face, and a chance meeting with one of nature's friends. I found all of these at Richmond Park.  At first, the path wound through an ancient forest and without their leaves was reminiscent of a Disney film where you expect the wicked Queen to materialise and cast her spell of doom upon you at any moment. The forest ends and a grassy plain is revealed. Deer laze and roll about enjoying the mid morning warmth. Greeted by the squeaking Rose ringed Parakeets, I felt a little at home. At Isabella's Plantation, I found a bench amongst the heather and budding azaeleas to enjoy a snack when I sensed a pair of eyes on me. I glanced over my shoulder to find a curious faced Robin looking at me but being careful not to be easily discovered. Contrarily, the Magpie was not at all bothered about disguising himself, came and sat on ...

  Lethargic after the excitement of a busy Christmas, a long lazy afternoon watching cricket on TV with my Dad and Pop was the perfect Boxing Day and a childhood memory I cherish. Greg Chappell, Dennis Lillee, Doug Walters, Rodney Marsh, who I think my Dad modelled his moustache on, were familiar names and the topic of much conversation in our household. When we weren't watching cricket, we were playing it on my Uncle Reg's farm or if it was too hot, playing the Crown and Andrew's cricket game Test Match with my brother in my room. How many times we lost that little metal ball! Living overseas for 13 years, I lost touch with the game. Through friends, I've recently discovered the love of the game again and with it, I have made some new friends. Yesterday was my first ever live match. When I caught a glimpse of the grounds, I could hardly contain my excitement.   Here are some photos from the day. I have to run and watch the rest on TV... THE AUTHOR My Curious Camera is ...