Canberra author Paul Daley takes regular walks up Red Hill with his dog, Niri. Photo: Rohan Thomson For here have we no continuing city But seek one to come Hebrews 13:14 My father lifted me with straining arms. I was eye-to-nose with that man who was so familiar to me from the television. But he looked past me to the base of the steps below where a big white car waited, its front passenger door open and a chauffeur beside it. Expert in the unteachable political skill of non-engaged engagement, he was undoubtedly dealing with us. But his attention was focused 10 steps beyond; he gestured theatrically with those dark eyebrows, to the driver. "Paul," my father Patrick said, although he was...
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