Summer’s Last Hurrah

The late summer weather in Melbourne has been superb this year. Warm sunny days that just make you say “Ah”. A few Saturdays back we parked the car at the western end of the Yarra River and just strolled the south bank of the river until lunch beckoned. Over a glass of wine and a plate of tapas we marvelled at just how much our city has evolved in our own lifetimes. How an industrial river flanked by factories and wharves has emerged like a butterfly to become a bright and colourful city. The factories have been replaced with office … Continue reading Summer’s Last Hurrah

Rollingstone on the Coral Sea

Flotsam and Jetsam One lonely starfish. 10 million peripatetic hermit crabs scurrying and climbing over each other and rocks in search of food and a larger home. Rocks the size of golf balls, no two the same, some red some golden all granite. Sponges scattered on the sand. Tongues of rocks reach out to sea. Chunks, spikes, mushrooms and paperweights of dead coral strewn roughly aside by each tide, cast offs from the reef. Tree trunks water logged and bearing the scars of oysters, blackened by the sea and age. Mangroves flank the shore at the creek mouth. Palms have … Continue reading Rollingstone on the Coral Sea

Shearers and roses

We’re in Rochester in central Victoria when Woody calls me into the bank to look at the high ceiling which is decorated with delicate ceiling roses and as we leave I meet a retired shearer who tells me that the bank will be moving from this building in April. What a shame. The shearer goes on to explain of how he teaches school kids how blade shearing was done in the old days, but he reckons that the ‘animal libbers’ are onto his every move. The song line “it’s tar here Jack” from Click Go the Shears comes to mind. … Continue reading Shearers and roses