Day 84 Wednesday 18/8/21 Mulambin, sunny 22
VeeWee heads westwards, hopefully we’ll catch her in a few days, but we also know that when she’s heading towards home, she has a reputation for putting the foot down.
We have a day of mundane tasks, washing and cleaning peppered with a couple of long walks.
Happy hour becomes a strange conversation about the differences in Asian curries and Aussie Rules football. Nationalities change as quick as a hand pass.
On the Covid front cities (apart from locked down Sydney & Melbourne) are flipping in and out of lockdown so fast that we’re losing track of who’s who and what’s what. Brisbane has had several days of zero cases so Double or Nuthin’ and Shirley Temple will be able to visit the kids on the way home.
Towing Kms: 0
When I was in Emu Park after the disastrous haircut the other day, I saw something rather curious which left me pondering the ironies of life. Walking up the hill to the war memorial walkway with its views out to the Keppel Islands there’s a plaque discussing the mystery of who shot the Red Baron World War One fighter ace. Was it pilot Captain Arthur Brown of Canada or a ground based gunner Private William Brown of Duaringa in Queensland? The angle of the bullet wound seems to suggest a shot from the ground. Why my interest? Well, there’s also a mystery that we’re familiar with surrounding who shot Rommel in World War Two. Another mystery of similar names involving a Canadian and an Australian. Was it a Canadian pilot by the name of Oliver or was it an Australian pilot by the name of Olver. We may never know but wartime logbooks place Olver in the vicinity and when a mate of ours was at his father’s funeral a squadron member whispered “You know your Dad shot Rommel”. Rommel was hospitalized and later convinced by Hitler to take his own life. Just two more curiosities of wars so long ago that we’ll never know.