Damn!! Missed the Broken Heel Festival by two weeks. All those double entendres I just can’t use now. Oh well, just have to put THAT frock away till next year(lol). So, what’s left? Broken Hill reminds me of Kalgoorlie, the townscape dominated by a gigantic hole in the ground, tailings piled high against the blueContinue reading “Broken Hill – A State of Mine”