THE ARBORETUM IS A WINNER

                                           In 2019, the Canberra Region Tourist Attractions award went to a bunch of trees.  Think about that; in Australia’s centre of government and public service, green came out a winner. Yet the whole project came from something awful – bushfires.  In 2003, what was then mostly pine plantation was hit, along with manyContinue reading “THE ARBORETUM IS A WINNER”

VICTOR-Y IN SIGHT

Clearly, Terrace Falls aren’t meant to be found.  I checked my guide book.  Lots of times.  I followed my GPS.  Clearly it really didn’t have a clue.  There’s supposed to be a carpark but where in Hades it was located was a mystery to us all.  The only thing I came across was a deadContinue reading “VICTOR-Y IN SIGHT”

THE DAY THAT SUCKED

12, 13.  I don’t know why we count….actually, yes I do.  It’s because you want to tell people afterwards; boast a little (14, 15) and get some brownie points for being so silly in the first place (16).  Yet there’s nothing glamorous about it, the rise and fall and the probing nature is, in someContinue reading “THE DAY THAT SUCKED”

ON FLANDERS FIELDS

I was born and raised in Teralba, a suburb that still seems apart from the rest of Newcastle.  21 years passed, during which time I would frequently visit my grandmother on my father’s side.  I still recall trips to Newcastle, a big occasion for a young lad, on the 363 bus from Speers Point.  GranContinue reading “ON FLANDERS FIELDS”

A MAN AT IRONBARK

It seems to me a little sad.  In the cities it’s all about the latest American rapper or no-talent people on “reality” shows.  Australian names from the past are largely lost, forgotten and generally neglected.  The work of once literary giants like “Banjo” Paterson have escaped notice.  His accurate descriptions and portrayals of times pastContinue reading “A MAN AT IRONBARK”

IT ROCKS

There was no-one.  In fact, the previous time I’d camped overnight and left early, the golden hour in fact.  The light was exquisite, the temperature cool, the trail enticing and I was alone; but that was decades ago. The ragged rock faces, weathered over millennia, seemed not to have changed as I got into myContinue reading “IT ROCKS”

……CAN HOLD MORE THAN HIS BELLY CAN

                                   Nonchalant.  Now there’s a word that perfectly describes how I felt, sitting by Lake Macquarie with an hour and a half to spare.  The breeze of the afternoon layered the surface with ripples as I leant against the bench contemplating life.  Clouds were not apparent but still the chill of the late afternoonContinue reading “……CAN HOLD MORE THAN HIS BELLY CAN”

ONE CHATEAU BEGATS ANOTHER

When you’re in the Dijon area it’s hard to avoid chateaux because this is the place where a lot of serious wine is grown and the term originally meant a house linked to a vineyard. Here many prospered, and still do so today, but the big chateaux are suffering and tourists are needed simply toContinue reading “ONE CHATEAU BEGATS ANOTHER”

UP AND AWAY

WOOLPACK AND CATHEDRAL ROCKS It made a frightening noise; so frightening that I recall seemingly jumping nearly as high as where the branch had come from.  How lucky was I that it was 50 metres behind me though the odds were definitely in my favour that it would miss me.  Still, I couldn’t help butContinue reading “UP AND AWAY”

THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACK

                                          GOERLITZ      At night it looked so different.  A series of lights along the waterfront with some barely discernable buildings behind.  I had no idea what it was called or what was there.  The Goerlitz map showed just a few buildings beside the river and the “living house of J. Bohme”, whoever he was.  I left myContinue reading “THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACK”