Record numbers are competing in competitive jigsaw puzzling locally and heading to Spain for this year’s world championships.
In this Herald series,we asked prominent artists,comedians,authors and journalists to write about their “summer that changed everything”.
Is it a thing of beauty or a ridiculous relic? Karl Quinn just can’t decide,but he knows that slot-car racing set is just too damn big.
I wanted to learn something new,something hard,and be gracious at sucking at it. And everyday I got on that skateboard,I fell. I fell several times each hour. I broke my wrist twice.
There was rain on her wedding day but the sun eventually came out for a tiptoe through the beachside park.
As the fires raged,we huddled in an evacuation centre with 100 other people:it was Armageddon-like.
My pregnancy was not an easy one,but there were some days of magic – including three glorious hours singing at the top of my lungs with some of my closest girlfriends (and 96,000 others) to Taylor Swift.
At the southern Italian port of Brindisi,I bought a map of Africa and set off on the trip of my life,which felt like a long-running Bob Dylan song.
What a week in Sydney that was:I caught the train home feeling like I had been dumped by a big,sweaty,wonderful wave.
With Eurail passes and no plans,these “serious girls who had studied hard” were ready to cut loose,and Greece was calling.