A Cornish pasty

The view from the 1st tee-block at Victor Harbor Golf Club

A band at The Wheaty on a Sunday afternoon

Buying (another) Glenelg Footy Club premiership stubby holder

Four Larks and a Wren, Tuesday mornings on Three D Radio (with Stu)

The joyful approach to cricket shown by Kapunda’s (own) Darcie Brown

On ‘Play Me’ when Neil Diamond sings, ‘Songs you sang to me/Songs you brang to me’

Meeting The Sportswriter author, Richard Ford, at Adelaide Writer’s Week

The Malcolm Blight statue at Adelaide Oval

The choral singing on ‘Mary Boone’ by Vampire Weekend

Spending a Saturday afternoon hour with a book on the couch during our annual Carrickalinga weekend

That Claire’s favourite cricketer remains Bruce ‘Roo’ Yardley

The character of Marge Gunderson in Fargo

The CF Orr Stakes at Caufield

Ubud’s best rustic eatery, Whole Egg

My fourteen-year-old-son Max learning ‘Hotel California’ on the guitar

A swim-up bar

A Sunday lunch with Mum and Dad and the family

Climbing Mount Remarkable and once descended, the North Star pub

‘Nightswimming’ by REM

Lighting the fire, late afternoon in a holiday cottage

The comedic energy, and crowd participation during the Torrens parkrun briefing

Retrospective gratitude for summer’s final swim

Local poet and former colleague, John Malone, once writing that jetties are umbilical cords attaching us to better versions of ourselves

The annual November lunch with Kapunda mates at Greenock Brewers (tomorrow)

Flopping into the beanbag, occasionally

Buying the vinyl of So Much For The City by The Thrills: immaculate, sunny West Coast sounds by Dubliners

The official ceremony prior to the Adelaide Test when I glance up at the big screen and see Claire interpreting (Auslan)

Our Toyota RAV 4 approaching 500,000 kilometres

A Sparkling Ale longneck at 5.30pm on a Sunday

Hiking from Waterfall Gully to the Mount Lofty Summit (and back down)

The ‘Mr. Blue Sky’ episode of Soul Music on BBC Radio 4

On my annual writing retreat, that first beer in Port Elliot’s Royal Family pub, at 5pm on Wednesday

My sixteen-year-old son Alex beating me at chess

On Fisk, Ray Gruber’s knitwear

The Vintage Vegas aesthetic of The Peninsula Hotel

Looking down across Kapunda from Gundry’s Hill

Stanley Tucci doing Stanley Tucci things in Stanley Tucci ways

Paul Kelly’s ‘Deeper Water’ and its soaring, extraordinary commonplaceness

Spending an hour in the West Terrace cemetery

A late afternoon bowl of hot chips

Da Vinci’s Last Supper was painted on a refectory wall

Glenelg Oval’s new scoreboard

Passing a velodrome during the Milan parkrun

‘The Owl is flying high, frightening to the eye/The Rattler is nearby, Cool is on the fly/Danger is his business’

Locating Claire among the throng following the City Bay Fun Run

Karen Carpenter’s contralto singing voice

Watching the waves with Alex and Max at the Fiki Fiki Bar on Kuta Beach

Wondering if the Robinsons, Dr. Smith, Major Don West, and the robot were Lost in Space upon the Jupiter 2, what happened to Jupiter (1)?

The psychedelic, 60’s girl groups mood of Cindy Lee’s Diamond Jubilee, my album of the year

Rediscovering Riesling in the summer of 24/25

Steve Gadd’s drum solo on Steely Dan’s eight-minute pinnacle, ‘Aja’

Sticky date pudding

How our bottlebrush is at peak annual flowering every Derby Day

VVS Laxman

Imagining a recent phone conversation between Mick and Keith

Spying a chainsaw in the middle aisle of Aldi

The 1982 comedy horror film, Creepshow, directed by George A. Romero

Local racehorse, Flow Meter, starting 200 times (20-26-27)

Jools Holland’s piano solo on ‘Uncertain Smile’ by The The

Pirate Life’s South Coast Pale Ale

The impeccable kicking action of Glenelg captain Liam McBean

The Adelaide Oval Hotel: the best way to sleep at (extra) deep backward square

Picking mint from the garden for Claire’s (evening) gin and tonic

Mr V’s record store on Semaphore Road

Charcuterie for when too much meat is barely enough

the incendiary live version from Goat Island of ‘Only the Strong’ by Midnight Oil

The giant metallic sculpture of a pigeon in Rundle Mall

Four hours of annual wine and chat at Cellar Door Fest; just as Jordan remarks in The Great Gatsby: I like large parties. They’re so intimate.

At Carols in the Sidney Myer Music Bowl, the peculiarly comforting sight of Denis Walter

Philip Larkin: The trees are coming into leaf/ Like something almost being said