Arriving at Torquay Beach last November, 2016.
Waves not as big as I thought they would be…
but plenty of surfers out and about…
yesterday, Monday, March 21, 2017.
Black and White Challenge:
A few years ago, 2014, to be precise…
we had a day trip to Victoria Falls.
On our home journey,
at the Zimbabwe and Botswana border crossing
I thought I had lost my passport between
the Zimbabwe and Botswana check points.
After a five to ten minute delay…I found my passport
in my pocket (oops!)…we were on our way again.
Hardly had we commenced than we sighted this
family of elephants trying to find a break in the traffic
so they could get to the river for a drink.
Not one person thanked me for delaying our trip
so that we were able to capture this sight.
All they could think of was me and my lost passport.
One bloke among five women!!!
MGW…was leading the charge.
I had no hope 😀 😀 😀
I was not sure what to use as a subject this week, until…
Fairy Penguins came to mind, however…
now, to be politically correct, they are known as Little Penguins.
And then of course there is Port Fairy, where I used to
holiday with family and friends many decades ago.
Port Fairy is a fishing/tourist town and was named
by the crew of the whaler The Fairy in 1828.
In 1835 a whaling station was established
followed by a store in 1839.
Fishing boats still use the Moyne River as their
port of refuge from Bass Strait’s wild weather
and it was in the upper reaches of the Moyne
that I spent many hours swimming
before a swimming pool was constructed
in my home town in about 1966/67.
During our travels we sighted many hands.
Hands holding messages, usually meant…
that we should be watching these hands as well.
Then there holding hands, and…
and gesturing hands.
These could be mistaken for praying hands…
but there was only once that we prayed for a decent feed.
waiting for next course!
Many buildings, both houses and sheds were made from
natural ‘bluestone’, which is actually grey in colour.
which was hewn into rectangular blocks.
These varied from easy to lift to long blocks of stone
requiring two or more men to lift them.
Holding the stones in place is a type of mortar made
from what appears to be mud and not much else.
My Grandfather, and father had an old shearing shed
on their property similar to his and the mortar appeared
to be as described.
Some random Geelong based shots
for this week’s Bark Challenge.
First up the…
bark on trees.
In my youth, had an injury similar to this
appeared on my shins
my Father would have commented that I had
barked my shins.
And my last bark for the week.