A day at the footy, learning about resilience

It was a gusty Saturday and the long main street of the old town was deserted. "Footy's on," said the lady at the bakery, explaining everything. All the pies had sold and she was closing.

Saying goodbye while reading poetry out loud

Reading Seamus Heaney's poetry out loud seems the perfect way to say goodbye to John Clarke.

Donald Trump, the clueless pilgrim abroad

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Bloated man-child hits up Israel's holocaust museum leaving message equivalent of 'wassup bro'.

Putin's mission accomplished: 'Golf, glitz and gluttony the key'

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Vladimir Putin, in a quest for easy secrets, sets his golfers and flatterers on to Donald Trump.

The day a stranger unlocked the keys to happiness

Locking your life away isn't, it turns out, always convenient.

Horrie, hero war dog and Jim, the broken-hearted man who cared

Riders in the uniforms of Light Horsemen trotted the streets on fine mounts, a donkey with a Red Cross bandage around its head plodded along, pigeons came in a cage, and dogs joined the parade.

John Clarke: the man who saw through everything, but sought the quiet

• Appreciation

Satirist John Clarke was forever taking himself out of contact and communing with the natural world.

The vanishing: Finding Private Jack Peoples: an Australian quest

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Big old Monterey cypress trees, 191 of them, line the highway into the town of Mortlake, screening out the sun.

Whales of the upwelling: reassurance from the deep in anxious times

Last week, strolling among the stalls at a beachside festival, I passed an old man patting the shoulder of a harried-looking woman.