Wednesday, May 12, 2021

From Merewether to the north

Imagine the north coast seaside centres and visiting before they change, caravans parks near the shore and daggy little weekenders priced out of existence so as to become uniform.
Crescent beach front must be under threat, it simply couldnt last.
 It is difficult to find a parking spot just right to hang out for a day anywhere on the miles and miles of coast line.  
Hat head area might be an exception. The coastal walk in the national park is memorable and free.

Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Merewether Beach

I must go down to the seas again to the lonely sea and the sky
And all I want is a tall ship and a star to steer her by....

Monday, May 10, 2021


Close of Mothers Day
Port of Newcastle.  Kingfish Resto does seafoods hot and cold all shapes and sizes, almost chaotic, nice staff, one wait staff works all weekend till late and studies medicine the rest of the time and happened to remark how this has influenced her with a little regret against alcohol and its damage and against fast food. Hope it lasts. 

Friday, May 07, 2021

Ten things to do before I die.
#10. Make marmalade.
Crop of Lemonade fruit. Perhaps they could be riper. Jam or lemon meringue pie seem possible. 

Thursday, May 06, 2021


Our health service has significant numbers of immigrant professionals from whom we benefit.  At the same time a country such as India appears to be very seriously understaffed.
  This type of strain and deprivation  on 'donor' countries has been aired before today but is now clearly shown up in the crisis in India with staff shortages and resources. 
We have whole branches of care without any locals stepping up or so it seems. Is it because of our small population, or the universities, or a strangle-hold by the medical specialities?
 The situation in church circles has some similarities around clergy coming here to work in the secular society!


Tuesday, May 04, 2021

Plain purl

 The big plane trees are underfoot, also called sycamore possibly. The month of May remains warm.
Winter reading ahead. Richard Flanagan, a Man Booker prize winner, is a writer who is easy to read, quite an amazing introduction for a relative novice to books that say something.
He identifies the themes, dare I say,  of our lived experience, it is uncanny, our same thoughts and reactions on many a page. As well as that are far flung excruciating dramas. Some little scenes are Australian to the core yet universal.

Monday, May 03, 2021

Magic carpet

Bottle recycle. Dont rubbish Australia.  Where are we at?  Because many of us enjoy well- being and the bounty that this island, 'girt by sea', has to offer we can hardly complain when our policies are designed to protect us no matter how self serving, mean spirited, unethical and questionable. 
A love hate relationship grows. Take what you can get out of the place.  Is that why so many citizens are overseas at any one time?  Why the grey nomads drop out and take  endless road trips? 
After years I became more at home with this land but that was of the natural environment.

Saturday, May 01, 2021

In Touch With Earth

First of May

May day street march with a red tinge was led by bagpipes, as in Celts, the CFMEU Northern Mining and NSW Energy District Pipes and drums. Several unions were represented.
Strangly, it is the day of Saint Joseph the Worker. 


Tocal means plenty in aboriginal language says Wikipedia.
If hotel quarantine is effective, in theory, it makes no difference where  travellers come from, for example from India.
Could be that no where else has yet reached the number of deaths as the USA and flights were not banned from there.  What is our thinking?
We cant cope with a raw medieval type plague situation in the Subcontinent. Who can cope?

Friday, April 30, 2021

Thursday, April 29, 2021

Retro or pre retro

Spied in old Morpeth town a left- hand drive import.
In earlier days Morpeth was close to where we lived. A vantage point when the Hunter was in flood to see  the river flats and pastures turned into a wide 'lake'. 
 The village seemed just right for day trippers and setting up projects. Campbells store sat and sat unused....if only.... One gallery had existed for a time that was all. 
 There was a miscalculation. It seemed that peak oil, fuel prices, pollution and pressures would lead to city folk being deprived of pastimes further afield and flock to places like Morpeth.. Well, that was 'yesterday' as far as environment.
Be careful what you wish for.  The little village has changed and grows very crowded  has lots of shops selling cuteness and the latest nik nacks  places to eat and relax possibly. An annual jazz fest is set up in back street venues.
The village 'common' was 'saved' but  was appealing as a unique larger set of colonial and church buildings, walkway and trees and grew mushrooms!  Then progress, was the property a sitting duck? Did the church needed to liquidate to pay for its sins?
A large early timber bridge spanning the Hunter was renovated and stands strong and painted white. Thanks to a state dept whose work is usually effective.