A Mile an HourFilmJournal

A Mile an Hour

My tiny farm is a triangle within a diamond. The short western fence-line joins longer southern and northern sides- sealed roads, that come to a sharp point (where hoon drivers go sideways into the ditch. I go down with a cuppa and watch as they dig themselves out). An awkwardly…
Beau Miles
May 27, 2018
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How much does a PhD weigh?

Post doc, fat, I’m back to doing a spot of running. I’ve spent the majority of my days for the last few years in front of a screen. You are doing likewise, reading this instead of stealing rocks from an old quarry, or bumbling around a farmers disused dairy sorting…
Beau Miles
February 22, 2018
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Commute loot!

Pop quiz. How many giant rolls of housing insulation can you fit into a two-door hatchback? One. Pretty crappy quiz I know, but a fun start to the day. I found this giant roll of goodness on the side of the highway. Smack bang in the middle of 6 lanes.…
Beau Miles
August 19, 2016
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First Maccas in 20 years: idiot.

Helen and I, a little excited, find ourselves free at a strange time of day. Based on my pestering we head to McDonald's at the non-mealtime of 2:45pm. Let me explain.  I’ve not purchased anything from the yellow hoops since 1998 due to the combined efforts of running and doing…
Beau Miles
July 29, 2016
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Year of Mortality

I was bowling down Jelly beans like a 10 year old, lost in the sugary bliss. In an instant, this childhood act steered me directly to adulthood. Mixed within the goo was a shattered tooth, large, hard chunks amidst pure sugar. A mouth full of irony. I instantly ease off…
Beau Miles
February 1, 2014
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What I write on my entry card when coming home

I recently answered some questions to a phoney online blogger. The questions were slippery, and I stupidly wasted too much time. But I suppose, like any good load of bollocks, they got me thinking. At the heart of this was the leading question; Beau, why are you an adventurer? First…
Beau Miles
August 10, 2013
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A mate heads to Bussleton

I’m writing this for a friend who recently, and profoundly, inspired me. Long-time friend Luke Whitmore. Father of Oscar, husband to the lovely Tarryn, firefighter, teacher, coach, family man. A solid man. I did a speech at his wedding, car-pooled with him during uni, drank copious amount of grog with…
Beau Miles
November 23, 2011