I joined the Tin Alley Players some time in 1965. That was the day I set my first step on the road to a career in “The Theatre”. The production was “Coriolanus” by William Shakespeare. It was one of those Shakespearean plays that few young and aspiring actors seldom knew. The Tin Alley Players was a production company of the Melbourne University Amateur Theatrical Society … Continue reading Coriolanus and Me
–I think you should go, she said. It’s not as if you have anything to lose and it could be fun. –But I haven’t seen any of them since I left school except for Ian and he died three years ago. –Yes but they were your friends. –Don’t be silly, Darling. We stopped being friends the day after Speech Night. We all shook hands and … Continue reading Class Reunion.
When the boy left the house that morning, with his elder sister, he was not to know that this was when the adventure began. He saddled the old mare for himself because she was quiet and easy to ride. His sister took the pony, young and only recently broken to the saddle. The boy was happy his sister was with him because she was quite … Continue reading The Chinamen’s Track: Part one.
Editor’s note: This chapter is twice as long as usual but there was no way of stopping the boys once they had started. This is it. The hold-up “If something goes wrong we give up and try next year.” These were the final instructions from Fiona. Andrew was the first of the gang to arrive at Southern Cross Station. The Ballarat Cup Excursion train was … Continue reading Holdup 10
Yvonne and the two boys went to Italy. “I didn’t consider that I was leaving Oliver, nor did I feel that I was deserting him in some hour of need. I didn’t like what he was doing but I think he needed to do something. Oliver had wanted to join the SAS as his father had but was rejected because he had a detached retina … Continue reading Holdup 9
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
Just a short way passed the Chicory kiln is a right turn to Churchill Island. There was a lot in store for me. Along the causeway that connects the two islands I collected another two birds to my list. The Cape Barren Goose is a native Australian and is generally larger than the Canadian Snow Goose but smaller than the domestic goose. They live mostly … Continue reading Phillip Island extended
Chapter Four The next morning Bill woke up as usual, for he was usually a very well behaved boy. Notice how I said ‘usually’. That might give you a clue about what might happen next. He had his breakfast – as usual. He packed his school bag with his books and his lunch – as usual. He made sure his walkie-talkie was in his bag … Continue reading Bushfire lookout – a story Ch 4
This is a story for children but you can read it if you wish. It isn’t true but it might be for all I know. It was formerly known as “The Firewatching Tree” and many of you will have read it before but I just felt like showing it to you again. Bush fires in Spain and Greece and California and Queensland have been in … Continue reading Bushfire lookout – a story
So, goodbye stingers and have a nice day. More sugarcane and the Cardwell Range up close on the left, the coast on our right but no ocean because there is Hinchinbrook Island (nearly 400 square km. in area ) just a little way of the coast. The road rises over a spur of the Cardwell Range and from a lookout you can see Hinchinbrook Island across … Continue reading The Road Trip – #20 Lucinda to El Arish