I flew back home this week from NSW. For long time, the plane was just above the cloud cover, so that the view from the plane was of a landscape of hills, valleys, vistas, all made of nothing but water vapour but exhibiting all manner of shades of light. And all of course utterly unreal.
In real, close-up life, the way to get into these things is to to ski. In places liker Val Thorens, it is possible to get a lift up above the clouds on some days, and then to ski down through the clouds. In this real life, the wonderful formaltions one sees from the plane are less evident. The clouds are pretty fuzzy. And wet. Really quite wet. And cold. Not so magical, when one is actually there.
Maybe Turner was right. Just paint them. From Continue reading
I wondered how long it would be before these guys turned up.
This one was outside my window this morning. Continue reading
Things are starting to happen. With alarming speed. And I am sure that I do not understand them all.
One thing I do not understand is journalism. My daughter Annabel is a journalist. with the Daily Mail. She is presently travelling, and writing absolutely brilliant pieces on her blog. Her latest How I nearly got murdered in Mozambique and A strange maritime experience… two days on a houseboat overlooking the Chobe River are each terrific, even allowing for parental bias. But no one pays to read blogs, so where is the income? We do not need much. But we need something to live on. I am sure there is an answer to this. But I do not know what it is.
Meanwhile in Paris, there have been Continue reading
It would be good to have a bit of a garden here at my new Myponga Beach abode. At the moment, there is, well, pretty much nothing.
Prospects are a bit limited by the fact that there is no mains water here, and no bore. I have a dam. Query whether it will be dry by the end of the summer?
First step is a bit of grass. I bought a slab of buffalo grass from Bunnings, and am watering it. With a bit of luck, it will take, and then spread.
I was both discouraged and daunted by a good walk around this weekend of the garden of my friend Deb at Mandalay. Her garden is fabulous. It is the product Continue reading
At the suggestion of my darling daughter Annabel Fenwick Elliott, I have added a follow button at the bottom of this page.
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A welcome sight today was Greedy Gecko, who used lots of chemical to get rid of millipedes. Millipedes are things I can do very well without.
The eagles (they live here, obviously) have better things to do that eat such paltry game. They are either flying overhead or, if I look over the road, down in the valley. Continue reading
There are birds here, which I like. In the late afternoon, the wedge tailed eagles tend to visit. So far they have yet to land in my garden; I have seen both rabbits and hares whilst driving down the road down to the beach, and the eagles are probably more interested in that sort of thing.
Various hues of parrots swing by the garden and the dam regularly though: white cockatoos and black cockatoos, various multi-coloured sorts I have yet to identify, and of course galahs. I have a sort of swift effort that apparently lives in my woodworking shed. And lots of magpies and other crows.
Photo: Louise Woodhouse
Photo: Louise Woodhouse
Ducks take up occupation of Continue reading
There is no rubbish collection from the house there. Instead, it is back to the middle ages. To throw anything away, I have to drive to the local midden, 4 miles away, where I have installed a pair of bins, which I had to buy from the council yesterday.
With splendid irony, there is a separate bin for recyclables. No matter that I have to drive a round trip of 8 miles, emitting exhaust fumes all the while, to do my bit to save the planet.
No matter. Anything flamable goes Continue reading