The Lone graves of Gallipoli.

One common understanding that we all have about Gallipoli is that it was a tragedy of epic proportions. That men travelled from the ‘Ends of the Earth’ to meet in battle on the plains, ridges, gullies and beaches of this beautiful place. A place that has seen the clash of civilisations for longer than the

Following William Henry Ebbitt of the Wellington Mounted Rifles………. a pilgrimage with William’s son.

I know I harp on continually about how everyone either comes to Gallipoli with their own story. Either loaded up with facts and figures of their relative’s time here during the campaign. Or they come totally afresh, with no family connection at all. Just a thirst to explore this part of  our history. To walk

At The Boomerang Cafe……….. where life seems that little bit easier

The first thing that comes into my head as we round the headland into the sleepy seaside hamlet of Eceabat are the words of Aussie songwriter John Williamson…… “At the Boomerang Cafe, where I first met you…..” Back in 1996 after I’d ventured far from my home in Melbourne. After I’d opened a bar in