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
Bill Turner lived on the corner of Almond Drive and Orange Court, Orchards Rise. Orchards Rise had once been an area of small orchards that had been sold off and subdivided to make way for houses at the end of the second World War. Bill had lived there all his life from the day he was born. Old man Turner planted out two orchards, side … Continue reading The Almond Tree
And he told me, my friend from the flat next-door and just come back from Santiago-de-Chile to settle his old mother in her cold chilly Chilean grave. He asked me had he kept me awake. Of course not, I said although I was surprised to hear the conversation for he never has visitors. Would he like to tell me what happened. So with his ‘j’s’ … Continue reading From Seventeen Years.
In a small village just out of town a way there lived an old woman. All her life she loved the people she met and the family she knew but she didn’t meet them often and most of her family grew away from her. She wrapped herself around with a cloak that kept her people and family away, so in her aloneness she found no … Continue reading The House
It was the fires in Queensland that started me. And an ironic statement by someone that they’ll all be OK if they had a swimming pool and aircon but I’ve been assured he was being ironic and that’s what I think also on account of ‘cos we all live our own lives without thinking of anyone else and what fires are you talking about because … Continue reading A Ten Dollar Coffee.
Email to Fi, cc Ken, Jackie. Dear Fi and Dear Ken, Since my phone call the other day with the good news about your mother I thought you would like to read a transcript of a news article that appeared in a Melbourne edition of “The Age” newspaper. It is quite brief but says it all. ‘Today in a Melbourne Courtroom the fate of two … Continue reading The Daylesford Decision – The Best of Things, The Worst of Things.