Back on the 2nd of June I posted a few photos of The Devils Kitchen. This is a deep circular gorge near the town of Linton. Actually to be precise, it’s about halfway between my place and my mate Stewie’s place. On one of the cliff faces there are signs that many hawks nest in the cliff walls. I said I’d go back in the … Continue reading Peregrine falcon
On the coast of western Victoria where I live is a small community called Wye River. There are lots of places all over the world where the great English and Welsh diaspora spread and they took their names with them. Of course the Welsh would have taken the name from the river that forms a portion of the border between England and Wales and, across … Continue reading Wye? Because.
Different sort of post coming up. Half way from My place in Ballarat and Stewie’s place in Skipton (Look up a map on Google if it matters) there is a lookout. It is called Mt Bute S.R. Pittong You havfta put the S and the R at the end or you’ll get a different My Bute and don’t ask me ‘cos I don’t know. So … Continue reading View from a ridge.
I had a friend who won the lottery. Really. I did I’m not making this up. He and his wife lived in his father’s house. It was given to him as his inheritance. Nice house. Big enough for his family to grow but not huge; not ostentatious. A nice middle class house in a nice town. Then he won the lottery. That was the beginning. … Continue reading A Tale of Two Stations
The night train that left Ballarat on the evening of 19th of August in the year 1909 was crewed by Jim Wright, the driver, Jack McInery the fireman and Peter O’Connor the Guard. It was due in to Maryborough that night but it didn’t make it on time. By now, most of you would know I actually like old trains and railway stations and bridges … Continue reading A train wreck
……to keep you amused whilst I work on something a little in need of research. Twenty six of Australia’s international sporting teams wear ‘yellow and green’ uniforms. Why. Because you can’t go anywhere in the bush without seeing it. Large wattles on a fenceline. Now! I know that some of you know but I don’t. I don’t know which variety of Acacia this is. … Continue reading Yellow and Green
‘I could have died!’ What a load of codswallop. So the teenage girl just back from her first rock concert reports to her mother. No you could not have died. Just because you have a photo of yourself with some weak chinned, bumff faced, pop star doesn’t mean you could have died. ‘Could have died’ means you slipped as the train was going around a … Continue reading I could have died!
And those clouds are going to dump more rain on the plain. Continue reading An Elephant and a flood.
I have now stored the complete story of The Unfortunate Death of Our Colonel away as a page. If you wish to read the whole thing again, or if you missed one or two of the salient points you can find it by clicking on this LINK and you will get to it or on the title of the page above which does the same … Continue reading That’s the end of that.
“And why would that not have been a lovely Christmas present, Stan?” “Because my father had just been killed in Vietnam. That’s why.” “Oh that is so sad. So you never got to know your father. And he never got to know he had a son.” “My mother and father had only been married for one whole bloody month when he was shipped overseas.” “How … Continue reading Happenstance #22