Derrick reckons he knows. So Derrick if you are sure, give me the initials of the next closest town. I am beginning to find out something. When I post something that is a part of a sequence I really need to tell some people that there was a preceding post and if you don’t look at that post then this one will not make sense. … Continue reading I’m still there!
I only learnt the whole story later and I could tell it to you the way it was revealed to me; but I won’t. I’ll tell it how it happened. He was probably early sixties – give or take a lifetime. He walked into the small country hotel, sat on a bar stool and ordered a half measure of scotch. He had an offsider with … Continue reading The Man in the Bar
Where am I? Don’t answer; I’ll let you know all in good time. Just give me a day or two. And if you know for sure Don’t spoil it. You can say you know but don’t tell. Continue reading Where am I?
I guess if the basement gets flooded or the house suffers from rising damp you must build a chimney to fix the problem. Especially if you are out in the forest and the tradesmen won’t visit. Of course all the bird can see is the top and that doesn’t make much sense at all. Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be … Continue reading Go ant go!
100 ks south of Ballarat. Continue reading Victoria – Western District.
Take your pick; stories or photos; birds or fungi; old houses or sunsets. If Toumpas don’t like it tell me. If you do like it tell me. I don’t care either way. So here is a story; truth or fiction? Who knows! If the real Pamela ever gets to read this and recognises herself let me tell her that I am sorry and I behaved … Continue reading Barbara
……continuing Aquilino’s story from yesterday. When he got home he searched in the shed where he kept all his old books and finally found them. All ten of them, and keeping in mind what he was told he packed them together in a cardboard box and did not read through any. The next night William went back to see his old friend the hypnotist and … Continue reading Hermoso es! Aquilino’s father.
Do you want another story? There are a few tiny little bits in this that smack of the truth but I’ll leave you to work out which for yourself. I have no intention of telling you. And it has only two parts. Aquilino’s mother and tomorrow Aquilino’s father. When William woke on the morning of seventeenth of September he did not feel well. He had … Continue reading Hermoso es! Aquilino’s mother
My recent expedition into the world of mushrooms and their friends has switched on a new interest. I will begin by quoting from the extract to a 200 page book on the topic; ‘The Biology of Fungi’ by C. T. Ingold and H. J. Hudson. Fungi as mutualistic symbionts A wide range of fungi live in mutualistic associations with plants. The best known of these symbioses … Continue reading Fungi are worth the effort.
This exceptionally black bird is called the White winged Chough – Corcorax melanorhamphos – because when it flies or displays it opens its wings and they have a brilliant show of white. The next photograph by Tobias Hayashi shows that clearly. When I took the shots I thought they might be Little Ravens or Little Crows; they were right up high in the tree and … Continue reading White winged Chough
