Jumper? I scribbled down jumping hmmm… jump-start… is that two words, or one? Uh, I’ll do it later I reckoned with myself as I folded up the puzzle section of the newspaper and placed it to the side. I stood up and looked down on the floor at my pile of books and decided to pick up a few to place back on the shelf in an effort to tidy my mind a little. Ah, I sighed, and began rugging myself up in preparation for stepping outdoors into the crisp autumn air. The atmosphere

What a nice day for a mango smoothie, exclaimed Dayve, as he slurped his way through his liquid breakfast. I was the same thing he ordered from the local café at Bar Beach every morning. This is just the beginning of our story. About a 6 minute walk from the beach, Dayve had a petite but homely house where he resided with his 9 pigeons. It was located in the middle of ‘Peculiar Street’, a street named after the historical event whereby Captain Cook pondered over the chicken