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

Sunday Arvo in Melbourne

My home town of Melbourne has been voted the World’s Most Liveable City for six consecutive years. When we’re not wandering about the countryside with our old van Priscilla in tow we spend our Sundays exploring our own fascinating city with friends. I rarely leave the camera at home on these excursions and we often lament the fact that we probably look more like tourists than the tourists themselves, wandering about pointing at stained glass and gargoyles or craning our necks towards the tops of modern glass shards. Melbourne’s inner suburbs are best known for their shopping or dining streets. … Continue reading Sunday Arvo in Melbourne

A love So Great

In the town of Dunolly in Victoria there is a plaque erected by the people in honour of Queen Victoria. It reads as follows: June 22nd 1897 Erected by the burgesses of Dunolly In affectionate loyalty to the British throne and empire And in commemoration of the 60th year Of the illustrious reign of VICTORIA Queen of Gt. Britain etc, etc, Empress of India Who rules with beneficent sway over 400 millions Of the human race: On whose wide dominions The sun never sets. A free people we rejoice. ‘She wrought her people lasting good.’ ‘Her court was pure; Her … Continue reading A love So Great