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WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS, THERE’S ALWAYS THE BRITISH MUSEUM

It’s the world’s best known and, these days, its most popular museum. You could tell that by the queue. It snaked, zig-zag fashion, from a tent inside the vast forecourt to outside in the street. There were no special attractions, just the usual broad ranging fascinating stuff. Less than one percent of their hoard isContinue reading ” WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS, THERE’S ALWAYS THE BRITISH MUSEUM”

ESCAPE TO POTOROO FALLS

It was as benign as it gets; the weather that is. Crisp morning with rising fog from the valley below, a sure sign it was going to be a good day. My attention turned to the maps of Wingham hinterland. There were hills to be sure, some even had the word Mount before them andContinue reading ” ESCAPE TO POTOROO FALLS”

BACK INTO THE BREECH

Funny how things keep surfacing in one’s brain. Won’t let go, refuse to be ignored. So it was with “The Canyon”, so listed but often called the grotto by locals. When I was there with Mr. C we hadn’t pushed right in; Mr. C had never gone past a certain point and, frankly, I couldn’tContinue reading ” BACK INTO THE BREECH”

ON THE ROCKS

Castle Rock Ignoring the screams beside me; “You’re going the wrong way, turn right, turn right!” Deep inside I believed the direction we were heading was correct as we rolled into Lynton, aiming for a railway…only this is a special railway, so called. It has two cars that pass each other on their 854ft routeContinue reading ” ON THE ROCKS”

NO L-AUGH-ING MATTER

Such was the man’s fame that there’s a hotel in Tenby that still advertises the fact that he got completely sloshed and left the manuscript of what is arguably his most famous work, Under Milk Wood, on the stool. I’m referring to Dylan Thomas and the Coaches and Horses Tavern, in the improbably named UpperContinue reading ” NO L-AUGH-ING MATTER”

THE HOMAGE

DOWN IN THE BLUEGUM FOREST Walk in the Blue Mountains often enough and there’s a name that will crop up. Blue Gum Forest. No serious walker can avoid it, so the fact that I’d managed to not go there for 76 years indicates how serious I’d been. For the seasoned hiker it’s usually part ofContinue reading ” THE HOMAGE”

ME AND MR. C

The view from Lamberts Lookout Lunch was a gourmet pie for both of us. There was little initial discourse because we were so hungry. We’d started out around 10.15 to do a listed 5.2 kms walk. How hard could that be with only 281 metres in height variation? We’d both done bits of the trailContinue reading “ME AND MR. C”

THE SEARCH FOR THE BIN CHICKENS

I’d done nothing much in the morning, couldn’t think what to do with the afternoon. Then it clicked, there’s street art you haven’t seen yet. Previously, I’d stumbled across them while house sitting at Eveleigh. Hundreds even. This time I decided to look them up first. That’s when I found Scott Marsh. Well, actually, I’dContinue reading ” THE SEARCH FOR THE BIN CHICKENS”

THE GALLERY

Art IS civilization. It’s a measure of how advanced or not society has become. Thus, when I see a new gallery opening up I should be pleased. I’m not. Not all the art at Circular Quay is bad How many millions were spent on the new North Wing of the N.S.W. Art Gallery and howContinue reading ” THE GALLERY”

BOORGANNA REVISITED

I could hardly forget. I’d sat there on the step of the motorhome shaking my head from side to side and started picking. In the end there were 23. I counted them to keep myself amused, but there’s little amusement in leeches. Rubbery figures sucking your blood and leaving an anaesthetized hole for the bloodContinue reading ” BOORGANNA REVISITED”