‘Definitely cattle country,’ I remarked as we passed a huge bull carcass by the roadside. Another sign warning of wandering cattle zipped past.
One and a half hour’s on and the flat road became hilly, twisting and turning, up and down as if a rollercoaster. ‘I don’t remember this,’ I said. ‘Oh, that’s right, the other times I visited Glen Helen, we hiked through the back way along the Finke.’
My brother(MB) and older cousin (C1) held on for their lives while refusing to give up their seats on the top of the Rover. I strolled on ahead, then turned to check the Rover’s progress. Crunch! Thud! Brother and C1 flew half-a-metre in the air and plopped back on their blow-up mattresses.
‘That was close,’ my brother remarked.
So, while tourists snap their memories of Glenelg frozen in time, for me images of my childhood and grown-up years remain fluid, layers in my head and marinated with the changes and experiences over the decades. Glenelg has changed; the land/seascape of my memories unrecognisable as the shops, the trams, the jetty and the coastline shift and develop. Although some places have changed, some have stayed the same.
Read more "TK-Team @ Home: Glenelg"We bumped and rolled in Dad’s four-wheel drive Daihatsu down the track into the Gammon Ranges. We camped near Grindell’s Hut, backpackers’ accommodation. A murder-mystery from the early Twentieth Century involving the hut’s owner, spiced our discussion around the campfire that night. Then we set up a tent, for boyfriend, on the ground above the bank of the creek. I placed my bedding also above the creek under the stars. Dad opted for his “trillion-star” site underneath a river gum. No tent for him, either.
Read more "Story Behind the Painting: Bunyip Chasm"Dad hopped around the campsite, his hands on his buttocks. ‘I need Richard to perform a delicate operation.’
Richard shook his head and sniggered. ‘He sat in spinifex.’
Watching Richard pull needles out of Dad’s bare behind was not high on my to-do list.
I turned to hike up to the spring. ‘I’ll leave you to it.’ And left in haste climbing up the hill
Who would’ve thought the latest pandemic would act as the perfect cover, leading to a run on toilet paper.
Read more "100-Word Challenge: The Parable of the Toilet Roll"While Liesel waded through the crowd to the counter, I leaned over to Driver. ‘How’s your brother?’
‘Told you,’ she whispered.
‘So, it’s true, then.’
‘What about Delaney? He stayed behind to rescue her.’
‘She made it. But he just had to get a few more of Boris’ mutant prisoners to safety…he gave his life…’ Driver stretched her top lip over her teeth, closed her eyes, and shook her head.
Having taken twice as long to get to Basel, and then taking time to squeeze into a very narrow car park in the middle of the city, once released from the confines of the car, Granny went in search of toilet facilities.
Read more "Postcards 2: Basel, Switzerland"I watched, guarding my books from being flung out of the window, again.
Those boys!
We had a moment when landing in Melbourne. With the high winds, the plane wobbled and tilted. Then it accelerated and rose up into the air.
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