Who do you think you are?

  Seeing that we had the car checked over in Perth, I drop into the Broome clinic for my own checkup, oldies must be mindful of these things. So why is she writing about that you say? Well it was fascinating. I fill out the form and it asks for my ethnicity. I think, well that’s unusual at home they normally only need to know whether one is Aboriginal, Torres Strait Islander or Other. So I give it a bit of thought then squeeze Anglo Saxon into the small space and hope that it is sufficient. Which leaves me thinking that … Continue reading Who do you think you are?

Karijini National Park, WA

To my mind Karijini National Park is the best National Park that I’ve visited. Like nothing else, it is a world of contrasts. Dales Gorge campground is in a dry climate area. There are ant mounds, Spinifex grass, red soil and a gentle wind whispers through the trees.   If you didn’t follow the signs you would not know that a gaping chasm is a short walk away. The earth looks to have been ripped open by giant hands exposing an ‘other worldly’ environment hundreds of metres below. There are many of these gorges each quite different, some like Dales gorge … Continue reading Karijini National Park, WA

Mrs Curlew’s Mystery

There are two Curlews that stalk our park. The moment that you lock eyes on them they freeze using their camouflage plumage to hide themselves from view but it doesn’t quite work. They look more like a couple of old ladies locked in a Tai Chi position.  We have a big night at the local bowls club and ergh, we’re so hungover next morning that we don’t even notice Mrs Curlew laying an egg outside our van. Our neighbours all pass the egg amongst themselves muttering that the hen will disown it if it has been handled which leaves me … Continue reading Mrs Curlew’s Mystery

At Your Service

Well exercised from a good walk my sister in law and I pop into a little Gold Coast hinterland cafe and order lunch. “Just park your bums and I’ll bring it over” says the cheery waitress. We wait and wait and wait. When we eventually complain we are told that the pilot light has gone out, but it’s nearly ready. “What?” We say “The stove or the lunch?” At least we were entertained by the cheeky Butcher birds stealing leftovers from lucky diners’ plates. The Butcher birds probably would have been faster workers in the kitchen too. Continue reading At Your Service