I was telling you how hot it was. Not as hot as some but humid and all I could do was lie on my bed and hope a cool breeze would ruffle the curtain. I couldn’t read. I tried. I went from end to end of my shelves but nothing. It was too hot to make coffee although I wanted one. I discarded my sarong … Continue reading Reunion notice.
If this weather keeps up this is all you’re going to get for a while – just pictures. Continue reading It’s too hot to do anything post 2
It is hot – all day – all over the country. I’ve got nothing to say. No energy but I found an old card under a chair so here are a few photos that I forgot. Continue reading hot shots
It has been suggested that ‘clockwise’ might mean something different here in Australia than in England et al. So to clarify things I decided to take a photograph of an everyday clock in an everyday Australian house or office. It is clear that the hands will move, at the top, from right to left. That is therefore the way that a clock moves. I can’t … Continue reading Wise clocks
Next month will see the tenth anniversary of the devastating Black Saturday bushfires that were burning on or around Saturday, 7th February 2009 in the state of Victoria. There were 180 fatalities and the fires covered an area of over 450,000 hectares (1700 square miles). More than 2000 houses were destroyed as well as a similar number of other buildings. The Black Saturday fires started … Continue reading Bushfire and rebirth.
Dear Ida May, When there were only three of us, Aunty Robin and Me and Uncle David, we lived in Hampton which is in Melbourne and I don’t remember anything about it. Then we moved to a little farm in a town called Tyabb which is south of Melbourne. This is where I burnt the haystack down. And we had a dog. And this is … Continue reading The 1950s -Old photos for Ida May to see.
Dear Ida May, I know you think I never did anything wrong in my whole life BUT! one day I pretended to go to school and I didn’t. Instead some of us had an adventure. It is all because we lived a long way from school and had to get a bus. First my mum had to drive us to the bus stop in a … Continue reading Ida May stories #2 Wagging School
Here is the first in a series of stories for Ida May who is my Grand Daughter. I have probably written them all before but she wasn’t old enough then because she was younger than she is now. Dear Ida May, When I was just a little boy I didn’t seem to have the sense I was born with and so I did some … Continue reading Ida May stories #1 The haystack.
If we get a move on and hitch up our britches we could just about get all the way around the island before the sun goes down. So let’s cast our eyes at the map once again. We will drive anticlockwise – (a direction difficult to explain to idiot children who have only ever seen a digital clock. I have also seen the word changed into … Continue reading Phillip Island – Rounding up the tour
He looked back at the school. No one played outside and he knew lunch was over. The sun shone brightly in spite of the wind. Chapter Six It was exactly at two thirty eight that afternoon that Bill Willoughby spotted smoke. He didn’t know it was exactly two thirty eight. That was only worked out later. I suspect that you might want to know how … Continue reading Bushfire lookout – a story Ch 6 – Conclusion
