Gooluwatu

I would be on my own, trapped without a car – so no possibility of a fast get away – for seven days in a small town at what looked like the end of the world on the map, the end of Australia at least. This is how I started to think after the exhilaration of learning I had been chosen as one of the 2019 Gooluwatu Writing Retreat recipients had worn off. The little black dot on the map which represented Goolwa in South Australia (where the residency would take place) began to take on sinister qu...