I am still alive and well and am leaving Ethiopia in an hour or two. Now nine am local time. Addis Ababa to Dubai. Dubai to Gatwick. Gatwick to Jersey. Only three chances for something to go wrong. I will be in England tomorrow and will have access to a proper keyboard and uninterrupted wifi. I am being very patient Love from John Continue reading Were I am
A little while ago, a friend and I adventured into the Atherton Tablelands, west of Cairns.I’d heard there was a creek popular with the local Platypus.We arrived at 5 pm, half ‘n hour before the recommended ‘ideal time of day’ for seeing Platypus. Sat quietly behind the State constructed Platypus hide, and waited.My friend is reasonably short, and I am relatively tall. We realised as … Continue reading Melora late on Monday
The next day Kenneth was due in Melbourne for lectures but instead of attending he went to the Telecommunications Museum in Burwood Road, Hawthorn and told the story to one of the staff. “Yes young fella. That’s a phone number all right. Come with me and we’ll see what we can see.” There were files on old yellow sheets of paper and Microfiche film and … Continue reading Jack McIntyre’s Boy. – The phone number.
Kenneth McIntyre settled down to his life. He was happy. His father agreed to pay him a set amount for every day he worked on the farm and he divided the rest of his time between further study and the Old Folks’ Home. When he was younger he had this great idea in his heart that he could change the world. From his earliest days … Continue reading Jack McIntyre’s Boy. – A puzzle
Ken walked out to the shed through the dark moonless night. He didn’t take a torch but the light in the shed beckoned him. There was not a lot of noise and at first he couldn’t see his father. He found him in an old armchair, his feet up on a pack of new wool bales, his pipe in his mouth and wisps of blue … Continue reading Jack McIntyre has a few words.
Today I am just going to leave you with one image. Where in the world do you think it is? It is not in Australia. It might be a little annoying, but I’m going to leave the below here for a little while. As a reminder that things don’t stop after the news moves on. Remember anything donated to the groups below goes directly to … Continue reading Melora on Monday
Jack’s boy really enjoyed himself. Now the ice had broken. He started doing things for people. He really enjoyed doing that. Now that they all knew he was a bushie and not some tyro from the city they treated him as someone special. And they named him: Young Jack. That wasn’t his name but he didn’t argue. There wasn’t any one person who named him … Continue reading Jack McIntyre’s Boy Gets Older.
The young seminary graduate was nothing if not enthusiastic. I suppose most people would say he was only a boy but I suppose that would be a matter of a point of view. From a denominational point of view I am in the dark but I do know he wanted to have his own parish or whatever it’s called in his case. The director at … Continue reading Jack McIntyre’s Boy
There is a particular time of year when some of the Rainforest leaves lose their leaves, and they flood the waterways with a striking array of coloured leaves.Depending on where you are in the world you might call it ‘Fall’, but since here in the tropics, the dropping of leaves isn’t followed by ‘Winter’, I’m not quite sure what to call it. Any suggestions? I … Continue reading Melora on Wednesday
This is what Ballarat looks like on my last day at home. The smoke comes from about 350 kms away and the sky is supposed to be blue. Continue reading