Sadly, or otherwise,

I am now at a stage of my life…

…where I can say that these first two images

are two of the first wheels I remember.

Equally sadly I remember setting about wrecking

a buggy of this era about sixty years ago.

My guess is that this wheel belongs to what my Father

would have called a bullock dray.

Windmills, not quite like this one,

were the life line for or our livestock

during long hot, dry summers.

As Dad  and I each began to age, it was yours truly

that took the lead in climbing up the mill

to give it a regular grease and oil change.

For some reason it was always a windy day

and even with the mill cut back the wheel

would be turning at a dangerous speed

and would need stopping by hand.



I still remember Dad spending a day changing oil

and greasing all relevant bearing prior to

a 300 kilometre trip to Melbourne to visit relatives in the 1950s.

And when in 1977 I hopped into my first car

and drove 400-500 kilometres to work

without the said greasing of bearings,

he was amazed that I could do just that.




Hamilton (NZ) Enclosed Gardens.


The Chinese Scholar’s Garden.

Again not many flowers.

And those I could find, are again, nameless



Hamilton Enclosed Gardens,

New Zealand


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I woke at 0100 Wednesday morning

to the sound of heavy rain upon the roof.

It continued for at least another 30 minutes

leaving another 26 points (6.5mm)

in the rain gauge.

I managed to capture this as I was leaving

on a pre-lunch photographic drive.

250 points until April 30

and 150-160, so far, in May.


Hope you enjoyed.




Our train ride up Switzerland’s…

Mt Rigi…

…did not take us to the apex.

There were two fairly steep walks left to attain

the full 1,798 metre height of the mountain.

While I did not hurry there were

spectacular views as we walked up.



Upon arriving at the summit the views…


of Lake Lucerne we equally…





After ten or fifteen minutes it was time

to return to the gift shop level.

The walk back seemed more difficult

than the walk up, thanks to a football injury

to my knee in the early 1970s.

Definitely worth the effort though.


Word of the Day Challenge:  Apex