It was a dark, stormy night, the wind was deafening, the rain was like needles on faces and on the body. The lightning was blinding and thunder like the mighty roar of a lion. Little streams turned into giant, rough rivers and the sky was black, as black could be.

For the chair is not a chair at all but a time portal!  That’s correct! I’m not pulling your leg.

...P.L. Travers walked into a museum one day and saw it. She made the world famous story Mary Poppins based on the story relatives of the ancestors of the man that found it.

A new way to share the joys of reading has popped up outside the PL Travers building in Richmond Street, Maryborough.

Variety as they say is the spice of life, and that is certainly the case for the cultural scene on the Fraser Coast as it welcomes in a vibrant and diverse new season of comedy, music, cabaret, drama, opera and art.