tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50961030307997682992024-03-04T22:25:23.069-08:00Living in Eden, AustraliaCarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-33123690379895503082011-02-01T03:37:00.000-08:002011-02-01T03:39:49.279-08:00It was 41 degrees Celcius in Eden today!We've had a cool summer, but now that the tourists have all gone home to get their kids started at school, the sun has come out and the weather has become very warm. It got so incredibly hot today that at 6 in the evening the fan was still blowing hot air at me and there was no relief in sight, so I turned on the weather channel and according to them it was 41.1 degrees Celcius. That's 105 Fahrenheit! No wonder it was getting to be a bit much...<br />
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So we went down to the beach for an evening swim. It was so nice! The water was just right, although the air still felt like a furnace an hour later.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Evening Swim at Asling's Beach</td></tr>
</tbody></table>February is normally the warmest month here, and the best for swimming because the water has warmed up by then. I don't know who decided that kids should start school in February in this country. It seems cruel, especially since most schools don't have air conditioning. But at least we have the beach!CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-37038330793993504892010-12-10T02:05:00.000-08:002010-12-10T02:07:13.691-08:00Feet were made for walking...Yesterday I picked up a hitchhiker at Pambula. He was headed to Eden, so we had a chat on the way, and he told me a great local story about himself. I wish I had asked his name and got a photo of him for you. He is probably about 60, very tall and slim, healthy looking with long grey hair and beard.<br />
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This man says he loves walking, so the distance from Pambula to Eden was not a worry to him, though it takes 10 to 15 minutes by car...<br />
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30 years ago, he was helping to unload tuna off a fishing boat. The tuna is packed in ice, and somehow he froze both his feet, way beyond the stage of mere frostbite. He ended up in a hospital in Sydney for 3 weeks, and at the end of that time, the doctors were going to operate and remove both his feet. He spent the night before the operation wide awake, thinking about what he was going to do, and realizing that despite his love of walking he would never walk again after that.<br />
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In the morning when the hospital staff came to do the pre-op on him, he was sitting in a chair next to his bed, fully dressed. They asked where the bloke in the bed was, and he told them "he's gone down the hall". When they went looking, he made his escape!<br />
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Obviously he made the right decision!CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-45473851594612892072010-08-27T05:43:00.000-07:002010-08-27T05:43:56.259-07:00Desert Queen - an unlikely Australian story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.susannadevries.com/assets/images/bookcovers_large/cover-daisybates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.susannadevries.com/assets/images/bookcovers_large/cover-daisybates.jpg" /></a></div>I was wandering around the Eden Library when this book caught my eye. Desert Queen - The Many Lives and Loves of Daisy Bates. I flicked through and it seemed quite interesting, but I especially wanted to read it because of the Aboriginal history.<br />
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In short, Daisy was a poor Irish Catholic girl who was orphaned at an early age. She was educated as a charity student at school for girls, where she picked up as much as she could by observing the well-to-do girls. By the time she was 20, she was on a ship bound for Australia, as part of a group of orphaned Irish girls. This was her big break. She realized that as a poor Irish Catholic orphan her chances of having a good life were very slim, so she applied her talents to the situation and reinvented herself as an heiress who was going to the colonies for the fun of the experience. She told the story so well, that even in her old age she was able to convince the historian who befriended her and interviewed her for her life story, that this was the truth.<br />
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Daisy had an interesting life, marrying three different men (including the infamous Breaker Morant) one after another, without divorcing. In those days, divorce would cost a woman her reputation and her social status. Daisy loved status, she did her best to move in polite society and cultivate powerful people as friends, and this was something which she continued to do through most of her life.<br />
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Daisy travelled all over Australia, worked as a governess, helped to drove her and her husband Jack's cattle, and even went as far south as Tasmania. She had one child who was dumped in a boarding school and left for 5 years while she went to England. When she came back, she had a mysterious sum of money which she invested in a cattle property with Jack, who mismanaged and lost the money.<br />
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I imagine Daisy lost hope in the dream of success via marriage, but in the meantime she had learned a lot about Aboriginal people, and had taken a personal interest in them. Over time, she began to spend more and more time with Aboriginal people, and wrote down many words from their various languages, as well as their myths and legends, in what became a huge manuscript.<br />
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Daisy felt for the Aboriginal people partly because, as an Irish Catholic who had no right to own land in her own country, she related to the plight of the dispossessed. She also had a feeling and a respect for their spiritual traditions and artwork, and felt that they should be allowed to keep their own religion and not be forced to take on Christianity.<br />
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Later in life, Daisy ended up living in Western Australia during the drought of the early 1900's. She camped next to the Aboriginal people and tended to their illnesses and provided food from her own meager funds. <br />
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She also wrote newspaper articles and scientific articles about the Aboriginal people, and did her best to bring their plight to the attention of the government. At one point she was named Protector of Aborigines, but due to her gender (and other distractions such as World War I) she was not paid for the position.<br />
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Some of the things she wrote are not approved of today, and it may be that she did it for the money, or that hardening of the arteries from years of a poor diet affected her ability to think clearly. On the other hand, the maps which she asked the warriors of the W.A. tribes to paint were later used in land rights claims, and her records of tribal languages were in some cases the only documents available.<br />
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Daisy finished her remaining years near Adelaide, still camped in a tent for a lot of the time. By then her Aboriginal friends from W.A. had moved to other places so she had no-one to go back to there, but due to her years in the desert and her slightly loopy ways, she had no real status and few connections in the well-to-do European community. It seems that by the time she knew enough to be truly useful in affecting government policy, she was no longer able to maintain the respect of government officials.<br />
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In some ways it seems that Daisy failed at everything she had set out to do... no husband, no acknowledgement from the academic world, no money. On the other hand she lived a truly unique life, especially for a woman of her time. She loved her freedom, the beauty of the desert, the Aboriginal people who returned her friendhip. She met Prince Henry, spoke at several scientific conferences, and experienced the beauty of this country from the tropics right down to Tasmania and W.A. I don't know how she felt about her life in her final years, but I hope her spirit looks upon that life as a life well lived.CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-947640297103228342010-07-27T06:04:00.000-07:002010-07-27T06:12:29.125-07:00Watoto Came to Eden Today<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watoto Children's Choir, Eden</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The Watoto Children's Choir, all the way from Uganda, came to sing at the Eden Marine High School Hall tonight. I didn't know what to expect, but it sounded interesting so we went. The evening opened with songs from a local choir and some of the high school kids. Pastor Ozzie Cruze did the Welcome to Land address, which is his usual role as the representative of the Aboriginal people here (and by default the rest of us, I guess), and then Watoto burst into action Wow! These are kids, from about ages 8 to 15, and the amount of energy they put into the show was astounding. The African dancing was great, and the singing was very good too. The audience had a chance to join in with both, and that was fun. There were also video clips of the Watoto Childrens' Village, and verbal and video accounts of their lives in Uganda. The Watoto Childeren are all orphans, having lost their parents to Aids or war. Watoto is a Christian organization which aims to bring healing to these children, especially to ones traumatized by their experiences as child soldiers, and to bring them up as responsible Christians and future leaders. If these kids are any example, the future of Uganda is bright indeed!<br />
The songs were all about Jesus. The Watoto group was equally intent on expressing their enthusiasm about Jesus and getting the audience to accept Jesus too. I can understand that religion has helped them and that the Christian Watoto group has been good to them, but as an escapee from religion, I hadn't bargained on being preached to! It was funny to realize that after all these decades of the West sending missionaries to Africa, Africa had now turned around and sent these missionaries to us!<br />
After the show there were bags and beads and other unique trinkets to buy, all made by the women of the Watoto Villages, and there was also the opportunity to sponsor a child, baby or woman. If you want to check out their website go to <a href="http://www.watoto.com/">http://www.watoto.com</a>, it is a worthy cause. <br />
I learned a lot about the situation in Uganda and life there, and I felt greatful in a way that these kids (and their carers) had come all the way to Eden to share their story.<br />
(Apologies for the poor photo, it was the best my mobile phone could do under those conditions. I wish I had brought my "real" camera, then I could have got some photos of the dancing. The background was so nice!)CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-14125205756934096212009-10-30T23:42:00.000-07:002009-10-31T00:40:40.606-07:00Eden Whale Festival PhotosEden whale festival is on this weekend, and we had the usual parade through the main street. The weather was great and the parade was good value, with vintage cars, trucks, old Harleys (with old riders, grin) and so much more.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuvlEOZOHKI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KsD9F309wAM/s1600-h/2009-10-31+10-37-39_0063.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuvlEOZOHKI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KsD9F309wAM/s400/2009-10-31+10-37-39_0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398660439079787682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuvlDtQ9uYI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Ltynv0H4MGg/s1600-h/2009-10-31+10-39-19_0065.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuvlDtQ9uYI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Ltynv0H4MGg/s400/2009-10-31+10-39-19_0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398660430186789250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The kids had fun watching, and collecting lollies which were thrown from the floats and vehicles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxNFQL2blWdeaBy_ufkff-hFremYwRk_6w3_sVFMUgG6YsuUW1yA7l3oKREwDoZ8IS7gunKQoLVmgzkXH309PnEO09D3MazZEe2Dr9xgGbGJzlbs7w_OUrch28gGMwjQkiPPuv7DMxNZL/s1600-h/2009-10-31+10-40-19_0066.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxNFQL2blWdeaBy_ufkff-hFremYwRk_6w3_sVFMUgG6YsuUW1yA7l3oKREwDoZ8IS7gunKQoLVmgzkXH309PnEO09D3MazZEe2Dr9xgGbGJzlbs7w_OUrch28gGMwjQkiPPuv7DMxNZL/s400/2009-10-31+10-40-19_0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398660424988974162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUS9q55ysL3Hdm8AA0p0LJnafnJYzDwN2UKqkQDkGaKyVpThxhVAG7A5Z7ZffXkfYkqk1gO0PWUlPDbxAmrm-CBZcJSLeiRGM-Hat_gasrKW396LzPv3_3YlmOA5wR4vdowkLrcqCJ7-h/s1600-h/2009-10-31+10-43-26_0069.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUS9q55ysL3Hdm8AA0p0LJnafnJYzDwN2UKqkQDkGaKyVpThxhVAG7A5Z7ZffXkfYkqk1gO0PWUlPDbxAmrm-CBZcJSLeiRGM-Hat_gasrKW396LzPv3_3YlmOA5wR4vdowkLrcqCJ7-h/s400/2009-10-31+10-43-26_0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398657653796205650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On the front of this old truck it said "Click go the years", how true!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/Suvih1Di12I/AAAAAAAAAmo/sOPKU3IDVCQ/s1600-h/2009-10-31+10-49-36_0071.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/Suvih1Di12I/AAAAAAAAAmo/sOPKU3IDVCQ/s400/2009-10-31+10-49-36_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398657649139177314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sorry St. Joseph's school, my camera didn't do what it should and I've got no photo, but Eden Primary did very well. That poor kid waddled all the way! Well done penguin boy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/Suvihk12eoI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qMkJDsdOXcg/s1600-h/2009-10-31+10-49-50_0072.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/Suvihk12eoI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qMkJDsdOXcg/s400/2009-10-31+10-49-50_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398657644786776706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mermaids and more from Eden Primary, above.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QOraewnVYbIXc8NupOHs376wFbtNmW-r4M4dutdom-J9gFUV0pJnT2lJanyDo5wuGc8RUtrxOTroUDqj-MXTndJSKs1GuTlv3UWeN29VjYdhJwX5R4ftoyHi34aCF3TC-pxHeIMrnI8g/s1600-h/2009-10-31+10-54-08_0076.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QOraewnVYbIXc8NupOHs376wFbtNmW-r4M4dutdom-J9gFUV0pJnT2lJanyDo5wuGc8RUtrxOTroUDqj-MXTndJSKs1GuTlv3UWeN29VjYdhJwX5R4ftoyHi34aCF3TC-pxHeIMrnI8g/s400/2009-10-31+10-54-08_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398657636881326162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm not sure who these were, with the black and orange, maybe the dragon boat ladies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2xHJfalCvJHzobSXLroXijr5uptGk0aT_Rb-R2J6e3X0sUpEzMwmqDibzEukDy8WL1Md1i0sqDpYSl757kiayFoJ-EBG_2S_xA138knZ2ap_Bg16yLcpxc9uDNp-VD0XYxPa9g_vaNmi/s1600-h/2009-10-31+10-56-59_0077.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2xHJfalCvJHzobSXLroXijr5uptGk0aT_Rb-R2J6e3X0sUpEzMwmqDibzEukDy8WL1Md1i0sqDpYSl757kiayFoJ-EBG_2S_xA138knZ2ap_Bg16yLcpxc9uDNp-VD0XYxPa9g_vaNmi/s400/2009-10-31+10-56-59_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398657629019787042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Sea Scouts looked pretty happy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuvfYqcrKbI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vqm4KAznDgg/s1600-h/2009-10-31+11-00-12_0080.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuvfYqcrKbI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vqm4KAznDgg/s400/2009-10-31+11-00-12_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398654193138084274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What would a parade be without bagpipes?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQrf4IMs8NhRMIwcQoBbONl1l3crcXr9ih9Q9uJRvMlhOVXX7pQZ2eXPNTBytFHR4hawyZbHDyFuYBb-Pfx6Lt4qlJ93OWWWAeN1RBdX_tdSguTL7BZnwdPTyb8b-RodP5rAicQlvbm-o/s1600-h/2009-10-31+11-03-35_0082.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQrf4IMs8NhRMIwcQoBbONl1l3crcXr9ih9Q9uJRvMlhOVXX7pQZ2eXPNTBytFHR4hawyZbHDyFuYBb-Pfx6Lt4qlJ93OWWWAeN1RBdX_tdSguTL7BZnwdPTyb8b-RodP5rAicQlvbm-o/s400/2009-10-31+11-03-35_0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398654186863332194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's great to see Eden so alive, this must be the most exciting day of the year around here! After the parade passed, everyone walked down the hill to the wharf for the stalls and rides.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60uqdFRXRR75t0rPZeEQaOemI-pBJAvoMPJ49X7hTaOUWUqunJKvOftAW0t2ie-d0hAGF7mU5KP0FE1-VxbbNsgqxvFBcBvPURrTxlA0c8b80o8NupImFQDbtiixBJrGb_e4ngm65Wmtm/s1600-h/2009-10-31+11-46-07_0086.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60uqdFRXRR75t0rPZeEQaOemI-pBJAvoMPJ49X7hTaOUWUqunJKvOftAW0t2ie-d0hAGF7mU5KP0FE1-VxbbNsgqxvFBcBvPURrTxlA0c8b80o8NupImFQDbtiixBJrGb_e4ngm65Wmtm/s400/2009-10-31+11-46-07_0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398654184156711426" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Defence Jobs stall drew a lot of people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuvfX1r_nHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/PKjUyRTZw3U/s1600-h/2009-10-31+12-05-30_0090.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuvfX1r_nHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/PKjUyRTZw3U/s400/2009-10-31+12-05-30_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398654178975259762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Dragon Boat ladies did their thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuvfXT88dzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/JshiYZXJkT4/s1600-h/2009-10-31+12-12-32_0092.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuvfXT88dzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/JshiYZXJkT4/s400/2009-10-31+12-12-32_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398654169919551282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This little croc is 4 years old, and his owner says that he is allowed to keep him until he reaches a size of 1.2 meters, at which point he must be handed back to the crocodile farm. He is keeping his croc small by feeding him enough to keep him happy, but not so much that he will grow fast.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9OSzl50dpBRdOj9RFBFPaQDofBBl11zwh2znVhWAWxzPcUMF4CXCaiwL1CXVDxlO0CwqtyHevndFFBrX-1dOJjiHx1eLo3bxlUlJGUUFPNVRL4UT_YxtSvHO1yf8kV0pvXDAgq16oJjj/s1600-h/2009-10-31+12-29-47_0097.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9OSzl50dpBRdOj9RFBFPaQDofBBl11zwh2znVhWAWxzPcUMF4CXCaiwL1CXVDxlO0CwqtyHevndFFBrX-1dOJjiHx1eLo3bxlUlJGUUFPNVRL4UT_YxtSvHO1yf8kV0pvXDAgq16oJjj/s400/2009-10-31+12-29-47_0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398652823912511666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Check out the carpet python slithering down the lady!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuveIt8JfRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/MLm8DtU1Amc/s1600-h/2009-10-31+12-34-10_0101.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuveIt8JfRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/MLm8DtU1Amc/s400/2009-10-31+12-34-10_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398652819685866770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Spray on tattoos again, at the Campbell-Page Youth Centre stall.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh0uqUHx2nWeCbZTp9llqXS2q4qO30Ips4v3Ls1-Fk_DgBmHufjLh2o0-IjrZoOETL-rI-40Ji395KbTnLsjPhuH1rFbbQLq7QdYkFuOKMn0Ge3uJeXFtvHxvuw_Tvw04igDaXKmrVtQU/s1600-h/2009-10-31+13-15-30_0109.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh0uqUHx2nWeCbZTp9llqXS2q4qO30Ips4v3Ls1-Fk_DgBmHufjLh2o0-IjrZoOETL-rI-40Ji395KbTnLsjPhuH1rFbbQLq7QdYkFuOKMn0Ge3uJeXFtvHxvuw_Tvw04igDaXKmrVtQU/s400/2009-10-31+13-15-30_0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398652810726435250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Nice tattoo!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuveH8yb-0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/kjr-UiJzOyo/s1600-h/2009-10-31+13-11-17_0104.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuveH8yb-0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/kjr-UiJzOyo/s400/2009-10-31+13-11-17_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398652806491798338" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The kids were very happy to see that ride again!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuveHVoNeUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3nSND9OS_jQ/s1600-h/2009-10-31+13-13-41_0108.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SuveHVoNeUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3nSND9OS_jQ/s400/2009-10-31+13-13-41_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398652795979921730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The ride is over, but they will go back to do it again in the dark, when the fireworks go off this evening, woo hoo!CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-47776490556172057182009-09-23T05:12:00.000-07:002009-09-23T05:26:29.618-07:00It rained mud in Eden todaySydney had dust storms today, and I think we were lucky that it rained here instead. I awoke to a strangely yellow sky, and looked out to find the mailbox coated in mud and my doggie friend's water a very strange colour!<br /><br />Down at the wharf, our usually pristine bay looked like a mud puddle and the sky was not much better. Such a strange and dismal feeling.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAVb1IuXfmIuwG2NhH7ZmlX-LqgV5_YBrr_yo_W76gByivfw2hqAOpNZhUan1NF63jk74rmMsfeR-HWYesbbqlxDLD5G8D7SvChRrIRdWNFW458WdJlqIpKtRVR1Jgp48wg7QqXBkT2K7/s1600-h/2009-09-23+08-41-17_0107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAVb1IuXfmIuwG2NhH7ZmlX-LqgV5_YBrr_yo_W76gByivfw2hqAOpNZhUan1NF63jk74rmMsfeR-HWYesbbqlxDLD5G8D7SvChRrIRdWNFW458WdJlqIpKtRVR1Jgp48wg7QqXBkT2K7/s400/2009-09-23+08-41-17_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384636438795586290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SroSUgvZ6tI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RkTe4LRDfQw/s1600-h/2009-09-23+09-00-20_0109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SroSUgvZ6tI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RkTe4LRDfQw/s400/2009-09-23+09-00-20_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384636448070298322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2S5dpTe1GXNdA8dnHG_BnJLDcVTgiMg03Zs6fjIrDlVWh6pq0TgwA9asX2qyrXGUrVy8-ngdLP-t76LuscDxIjWx7PjKtvoAGrRj11zNlkwj6Rsfr4g6rsFyoOuPikdBK5N25YOzbP8Q/s1600-h/2009-09-23+09-01-27_0111.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2S5dpTe1GXNdA8dnHG_BnJLDcVTgiMg03Zs6fjIrDlVWh6pq0TgwA9asX2qyrXGUrVy8-ngdLP-t76LuscDxIjWx7PjKtvoAGrRj11zNlkwj6Rsfr4g6rsFyoOuPikdBK5N25YOzbP8Q/s400/2009-09-23+09-01-27_0111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384636463827094242" border="0" /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-950192219270896932009-02-08T04:44:00.000-08:002009-02-08T04:58:09.713-08:00Smoky skies in Eden today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdDVhdd2XrZpuryIXpJUSOdzPmAkog8nfxVJ12QgzcdE-wth3xdLW3wS5tzWSn7USOqZLAP55oq1wSSbRQWJYQlmRX1pfDbqAf1LQAZ9rZB7izbLqQxbb8dH71pngh6Kv-U-CNiEGucMs/s1600-h/2009-02-08+19-20-07_0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdDVhdd2XrZpuryIXpJUSOdzPmAkog8nfxVJ12QgzcdE-wth3xdLW3wS5tzWSn7USOqZLAP55oq1wSSbRQWJYQlmRX1pfDbqAf1LQAZ9rZB7izbLqQxbb8dH71pngh6Kv-U-CNiEGucMs/s400/2009-02-08+19-20-07_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300407758978403730" border="0" /></a>With bush fires blazing all around the country, Eden got it's share of smoke today. Above, a smoky sunset this evening at Aslings's Beach. Below, sunrise this morning.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-U2QVDlKrRtEUA0-sYuzUb6-Fr8MXDtU5ZHKeKMEFAaI8yV0IlPVi-lDe7tnMGZqntG64Xhvkk3IuwuoDvzcnRv_dwHhAT1AZp5Mn1X3rVwDjxaRASd1jQh5WAYdEcw_7gKyg6pxEs09/s1600-h/2009-02-08+07-05-35_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-U2QVDlKrRtEUA0-sYuzUb6-Fr8MXDtU5ZHKeKMEFAaI8yV0IlPVi-lDe7tnMGZqntG64Xhvkk3IuwuoDvzcnRv_dwHhAT1AZp5Mn1X3rVwDjxaRASd1jQh5WAYdEcw_7gKyg6pxEs09/s400/2009-02-08+07-05-35_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300407754521361922" border="0" /></a>Smoke from fires burning near Wyndham was high over Eden yesterday afternoon, below.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SY7UxAsCgaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3H_Gp0RK6cE/s1600-h/2009-02-07+17-06-06_0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SY7UxAsCgaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3H_Gp0RK6cE/s400/2009-02-07+17-06-06_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300407749925044642" border="0" /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-19886238346279524982009-01-16T18:45:00.000-08:002009-01-16T19:16:29.676-08:00Chilli wine jelly! Yum!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EEId9VFmm1BC9fUMoCA_u96G5JBl1-QP5CkDPlITt-4q0fR-P3rX6WSI7BQWmVAk9XkDB6eeApJP5L5Fs51CIwfNEhdvZ8KdJ9U4UV9OAMVdtGfcxP0OntiEEhVGnPCyrLsVF8iZ9ZB6/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EEId9VFmm1BC9fUMoCA_u96G5JBl1-QP5CkDPlITt-4q0fR-P3rX6WSI7BQWmVAk9XkDB6eeApJP5L5Fs51CIwfNEhdvZ8KdJ9U4UV9OAMVdtGfcxP0OntiEEhVGnPCyrLsVF8iZ9ZB6/s400/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292094924537830194" border="0" /></a>The farmers market was on at the Uniting Church today, so I stopped in and found these wonderful chilli products, including Chilli Wine Jelly, of all things... so sweet and nice. The chillies are made by <a href="http://www.disasterbaychillies.com/">Disaster Bay Chillies</a>. I'd seen their products at the deli and assumed they were from the north coast, but no, they are local, organic, and made from local produce as well. In fact, Pam, the lady who was selling the chillies, was the one who supplied the lemons to go into them.CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-26692777221930758122008-11-22T17:40:00.000-08:002008-11-22T17:59:18.081-08:00Snow, and it's late spring!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj301KL_hkk3CquiOliawfq5xRB8JXBn-Ywfc2m7588GWYgBRfQ_I87ylb6QwDjcBr3cnHaKCUpzGnEzaQDM5rYz60rirhkgImDkVKoG23ZwKPMRoAoTQD7i6HF5UEzr0hm5XclcAyBFjWL/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj301KL_hkk3CquiOliawfq5xRB8JXBn-Ywfc2m7588GWYgBRfQ_I87ylb6QwDjcBr3cnHaKCUpzGnEzaQDM5rYz60rirhkgImDkVKoG23ZwKPMRoAoTQD7i6HF5UEzr0hm5XclcAyBFjWL/s400/DSC00389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271663462504863298" border="0" /></a>Early yesterday morning I drove to Nimmitabel, which is half-way to Canberra and only an hour from the snowfields. At the top of the mountain just a few kilometers before Nimmitabel, it suddenly began to snow. So lovely, big fat flakes swirling down... Within minutes it looked like Christmas in the northern hemisphere.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAngCFPgN7JFjpdsASSxaV0KWG0j52dq3tuIVZHvJdIOeyPl_HANt5zylnmwLjBSrhn5fhcWDn37HH7IQkJMKll4zwEnq0IXeZsWO0wDjvKYCX9Ik5NxKCAvQzOoi80uV3m27GAx-bgWKU/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAngCFPgN7JFjpdsASSxaV0KWG0j52dq3tuIVZHvJdIOeyPl_HANt5zylnmwLjBSrhn5fhcWDn37HH7IQkJMKll4zwEnq0IXeZsWO0wDjvKYCX9Ik5NxKCAvQzOoi80uV3m27GAx-bgWKU/s400/DSC00381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271663454930379858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSi1-VtVOkI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Zy1ZcSB1Oek/s1600-h/DSC00380.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSi1-VtVOkI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Zy1ZcSB1Oek/s400/DSC00380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271663446420961858" border="0" /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-37937977083807732812008-11-18T20:59:00.001-08:002008-11-18T21:46:39.221-08:00Tragedy at Tathra - a day in the news<a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSOeKd-iaOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ro1gbd09UIM/s1600-h/2008-11-19+10-13-34_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSOeKd-iaOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ro1gbd09UIM/s320/2008-11-19+10-13-34_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270229891636422882" border="0" /></a>Last night at Tathra (about 40 minutes drive north of Eden, just south of Bega), a young father jumped off the wharf and drowned while attempting to save his sons. It's a very sad story. I went to Tathra as chauffeur for my friend Phil, who is the local cameraman for WIN news, though this time he went in his capacity as photographer for the Daily Telegraph.<br /><br />It's not much fun covering such a story, being surrounded by sadness all day. It's as if the elements reflected the feelings of those present, because it rained and the wind blew all day long.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSOeKldIwzI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7kzPY-e2sUQ/s1600-h/2008-11-19+11-49-26_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSOeKldIwzI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7kzPY-e2sUQ/s320/2008-11-19+11-49-26_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270229893643813682" border="0" /></a>There wasn't much to see, just an empty wharf with a few hopeful seagulls, their feathers disarranged by the wind.<br /><br />Sara from the <a href="http://eden.yourguide.com.au/">Eden Magnet</a> came, and interviewed the Anglican minister who was providing free counseling.<br /><br />News people came from far and wide. The Canberra Times was represented, and even Denham Hitchcock and Paul Collins from the Sydney networks were present, as well as the ABC crew.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSOeK531h6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/NPy73glOHmk/s1600-h/2008-11-19+12-39-25_0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSOeK531h6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/NPy73glOHmk/s320/2008-11-19+12-39-25_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270229899124508578" border="0" /></a>The police came and had a look, but what was there to see?<br /><br />Some of the relatives and friends of the family were upset at the presence of reporters. I heard that some inappropriate questions were asked, but I could see that a many of the news people really did care, and felt sad at what had happened.<br /><br />The one bright spark in the day was the little 3 year old grandson of the cafe owner. Such a beautiful reminder that life does go on.<br /><br />My heart goes out to the young woman who has lost her partner and children in one terrible blow.CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-14057831148361636312008-11-16T20:29:00.000-08:002008-11-16T20:57:34.623-08:00Artists of EdenDuring the Whale Festival, some of the local artists took over a vacant shop and displayed their work. It was a real pleasure to walk around and see the different works.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijilNMF_3n7uMuoEg-tf0CQoXrgXI5Dzm6BGIPaSLcfAnOVUrqVXVXAUg-23lNIuRt74WVRJKCwSCgFeaKXhmUE5B_altdnLuHVXmG5dae2j8pkLfrHYLhvb0Tpztwo2U-9L6Rp_1xYWi_/s1600-h/2008-11-03+11-22-01_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijilNMF_3n7uMuoEg-tf0CQoXrgXI5Dzm6BGIPaSLcfAnOVUrqVXVXAUg-23lNIuRt74WVRJKCwSCgFeaKXhmUE5B_altdnLuHVXmG5dae2j8pkLfrHYLhvb0Tpztwo2U-9L6Rp_1xYWi_/s400/2008-11-03+11-22-01_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481202350274002" border="0" /></a>The bright grevillea and parrot are by Andrew Fraser.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjoAnpZUIhDxBu4IV9WjVxWTqkIdoJJF2E7p4Bc6PYQqDXtiIxxhW_zBEcoDdUOJpbpiBoGDIwIAkEvQ0cp-O3ui1QfdauRygh7F4ZfariIl5SNRi_7lf24kx8kteoZKPPAA_9U4_TUpDG/s1600-h/2008-11-03+11-22-47_0014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjoAnpZUIhDxBu4IV9WjVxWTqkIdoJJF2E7p4Bc6PYQqDXtiIxxhW_zBEcoDdUOJpbpiBoGDIwIAkEvQ0cp-O3ui1QfdauRygh7F4ZfariIl5SNRi_7lf24kx8kteoZKPPAA_9U4_TUpDG/s400/2008-11-03+11-22-47_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481210012147682" border="0" /></a>I think the rocks are by Ida Akkerman. The rocks of Eden are beautiful and varied, it was good to see that someone else enjoys them too...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_OV1NKDSGG4NAGyYsNlaUcs2Pc3Dag92DYjZWuH8uaIJ_bmXFUfUvbOeYhU7ch5ObrCK5PVUC92ZO_A3p4_eSiwvOEVGa4F9Qldhg-ZZNHZqgT_3XxNQz5CapUFc_08aP3PGquEPS2OCR/s1600-h/2008-11-03+11-21-28_0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_OV1NKDSGG4NAGyYsNlaUcs2Pc3Dag92DYjZWuH8uaIJ_bmXFUfUvbOeYhU7ch5ObrCK5PVUC92ZO_A3p4_eSiwvOEVGa4F9Qldhg-ZZNHZqgT_3XxNQz5CapUFc_08aP3PGquEPS2OCR/s400/2008-11-03+11-21-28_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481195032819090" border="0" /></a>I think the bright flowers above are by Lisa Meredith. Below are two more by Andrew Fraser - the boats at the wharf, and the pelican.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSD1OcoUnaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xWHtxaeI7TU/s1600-h/2008-11-03+11-20-46_0011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSD1OcoUnaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xWHtxaeI7TU/s400/2008-11-03+11-20-46_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481192575770018" border="0" /></a>Other artists include Rae Bingham, Di Swane and Elizabeth Cameron. Sorry, I don't know who did the quilting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSD1N0063fI/AAAAAAAAAXY/n5qnxZ5ZBVw/s1600-h/2008-11-03+11-25-52_0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSD1N0063fI/AAAAAAAAAXY/n5qnxZ5ZBVw/s400/2008-11-03+11-25-52_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481181891190258" border="0" /></a>Just click on the photos to see more detail...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSD131_fERI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Pg1zVbCUHX8/s1600-h/2008-11-03+11-25-11_0016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SSD131_fERI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Pg1zVbCUHX8/s400/2008-11-03+11-25-11_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481903758446866" border="0" /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-37818713808362943252008-11-01T03:44:00.000-07:002008-11-01T04:26:40.025-07:00Eden Whale FestivalThe Eden Whale Festival always begins with the street parade, which starts in front of Eden Primary School, and goes all the way up the main street and then down to the wharf. I missed it this year, so no photos to show you, but it's usually a good parade, with nice floats, big trucks, vintage cars and more.<br /><br />The weather was good for the event.<br /><br />Here are some photos from down at the wharf:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw0UMp99qI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uMMfu_z2XqE/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw0UMp99qI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uMMfu_z2XqE/s400/DSC00254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263639586088548002" border="0" /></a>The youth center had a stall, and they did some nice airbrush tattoos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw1UCczpgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QL_Pf3WLARs/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw1UCczpgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QL_Pf3WLARs/s400/DSC00225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263640682860619266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-s6ANaKGmanYBtTp6eayfpOD8ULWyN33v_rFF86Np9IOGFIF14_C5uk3Q91JqNqIk8FPsjOmyn1WWr60urIt-qfq9Pzp1OwGyHoVCkwSwEW2aTIUah3kBGYIil8qjyuU7JZFaT8YLkLBJ/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-s6ANaKGmanYBtTp6eayfpOD8ULWyN33v_rFF86Np9IOGFIF14_C5uk3Q91JqNqIk8FPsjOmyn1WWr60urIt-qfq9Pzp1OwGyHoVCkwSwEW2aTIUah3kBGYIil8qjyuU7JZFaT8YLkLBJ/s400/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263641334965541874" border="0" /></a>Getting ready for the big ride...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw22SWSLAI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NA_KMHTNhCk/s1600-h/DSC00240.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw22SWSLAI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NA_KMHTNhCk/s400/DSC00240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263642370755406850" border="0" /></a>That doesn't look too bad...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqruxLZg_K-TuT4wgYkE194nfTYIhdvt15NUhWkvnDa7-vP9SYj39AmSm_Gl3ycwnrlCctOFh046js7__0XVb9goUiHZxLrIFHsFVJqiSROHp_TNQ2gBWL34NhR6Hfedi3Py8angaqVZ3m/s1600-h/DSC00242.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqruxLZg_K-TuT4wgYkE194nfTYIhdvt15NUhWkvnDa7-vP9SYj39AmSm_Gl3ycwnrlCctOFh046js7__0XVb9goUiHZxLrIFHsFVJqiSROHp_TNQ2gBWL34NhR6Hfedi3Py8angaqVZ3m/s400/DSC00242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263642926682120834" border="0" /></a>But how about that? You won't catch me on there!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIe5w0Gf_4rSc896R46lkTAB0ig9ZuBDVLBy3Ut6wppX1QFUP2NMlFfXBTjmDwVBL9wki3Z6f1CJq3kpZ1Sey5T60HFrL47OFQdoWEcSTYj3YkVjEPZAhOe5i2Fb-uiXNUOvbXGaih3i5k/s1600-h/DSC00248.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIe5w0Gf_4rSc896R46lkTAB0ig9ZuBDVLBy3Ut6wppX1QFUP2NMlFfXBTjmDwVBL9wki3Z6f1CJq3kpZ1Sey5T60HFrL47OFQdoWEcSTYj3YkVjEPZAhOe5i2Fb-uiXNUOvbXGaih3i5k/s400/DSC00248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263644628704584370" border="0" /></a>Oops, the generator failed, but all was restored a few minutes later.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEf7dC3e5TvnUKOb_J90naWTFPK5XV8fdy9A04lovsdsYWQB5RS3gttJ633iC4HLzkQKK2Y7wG9Uun5vjL6Px4A2g0WXSjiu99BAQcPFLqCQjFAl1bSmg7Qtvxp_axxPTfa0b0JmMaVlk/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEf7dC3e5TvnUKOb_J90naWTFPK5XV8fdy9A04lovsdsYWQB5RS3gttJ633iC4HLzkQKK2Y7wG9Uun5vjL6Px4A2g0WXSjiu99BAQcPFLqCQjFAl1bSmg7Qtvxp_axxPTfa0b0JmMaVlk/s400/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263644635472153618" border="0" /></a>The Dept. of Fisheries tank was pretty interesting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHZXrzUB5L-uAkgnMxKRzagC-h3ztUnBqE2_vk3GYJtWBOaeZYAHjJRVkWOXiplboP6e6KTHtte7o7QlXd2wmkvWCV809_wzxsJE4c-J3RnI_D5b9wbUJBiDFRgn9hAP_Gw6zlycJuLJJ/s1600-h/DSC00253.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHZXrzUB5L-uAkgnMxKRzagC-h3ztUnBqE2_vk3GYJtWBOaeZYAHjJRVkWOXiplboP6e6KTHtte7o7QlXd2wmkvWCV809_wzxsJE4c-J3RnI_D5b9wbUJBiDFRgn9hAP_Gw6zlycJuLJJ/s400/DSC00253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263644642672362514" border="0" /></a>Clown school.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw468s5vTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/QsSwaCs8BJQ/s1600-h/DSC00255.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw468s5vTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/QsSwaCs8BJQ/s400/DSC00255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263644649867296050" border="0" /></a>Aspiring rock stars.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw47EyohDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WKzqYtNCJmg/s1600-h/DSC00257_edited.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw47EyohDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WKzqYtNCJmg/s400/DSC00257_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263644652038816818" border="0" /></a>Artistic merit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw6LH93ycI/AAAAAAAAAXI/O-Cq3qqror4/s1600-h/DSC00260.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw6LH93ycI/AAAAAAAAAXI/O-Cq3qqror4/s400/DSC00260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263646027280796098" border="0" /></a>The environment featured too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw6K60rXQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Dcq2fiyZHuI/s1600-h/DSC00258_edited.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SQw6K60rXQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Dcq2fiyZHuI/s400/DSC00258_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263646023752572162" border="0" /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-5877301968860573742008-10-19T05:06:00.000-07:002008-10-19T05:50:13.372-07:00I saw my first whales of the seasonI was sitting at my favourite cafe at the wharf on Friday morning, when the whale siren went off. I can't hear the siren from home, so I was really happy to be in the right place at the right time, and quickly drove to the nearest whale watching platform. There were three whales playing, two adults and a calf, breaching and sticking their fins up out of the water, making huge splashes. The whales were pretty far out so you won't see them on the photo, but at least you can see the great view from the platform!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SPsmecZFGLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nMfT27CYfaQ/s1600-h/IMGP2466.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SPsmecZFGLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nMfT27CYfaQ/s400/IMGP2466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258839294344501426" border="0" /></a>Often the whales will come right in to the bay, last year I saw one just below the platform, as close as it was possible to be. You can also go out on the catamaran <a href="http://www.catbalou.com.au/index.html">Cat Balou</a> and see the whales close-up.<br /><br />Don't miss the <a href="http://www.edenwhalefestival.com/Eden_Whale_Festival/Home.html">Eden Whale Festival</a>! It's on next weekend, 31 October and 1-2 November.CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-35372725009794589402008-09-14T05:46:00.000-07:002008-09-14T06:19:14.168-07:00Starfish rescueThe sea has had a heavy swell for a couple of days, and the strong currents have dislodged things from their places and thrown them onto the beach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qQtALdzH2Ea1yY4PxoLDL0DIaIQ2S44HqQVREE1dPsS3P5iCuZST9RSi2-YumckJWi5ijjrH4oIkH1P-Br4erLWDt8DqjxssEzwAwwfjDFO_jy6cqXCUoGzEwYwyEEgocFZMk5fvqD5T/s1600-h/starfish+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qQtALdzH2Ea1yY4PxoLDL0DIaIQ2S44HqQVREE1dPsS3P5iCuZST9RSi2-YumckJWi5ijjrH4oIkH1P-Br4erLWDt8DqjxssEzwAwwfjDFO_jy6cqXCUoGzEwYwyEEgocFZMk5fvqD5T/s400/starfish+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245860539395070002" border="0" /></a>I found this starfish half hidden in the sand, and idly turned it over.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SM0J-0ZJVdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5de9cWgV3KU/s1600-h/starfish+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SM0J-0ZJVdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5de9cWgV3KU/s400/starfish+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245860115777148370" border="0" /></a><br />It's little legs were still moving, so I carried it to a rock pool. It didn't appear to move, but twenty minutes later it had found it's way from the center of the pool to the edge, hiding under a ledge as much as it was able.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0yD3LAZGawHrkNAWr-fVUh50t5UbtJSuOYGo6_1txFllkvwUxbCPL0vYFM5FDbQRGvKKmi7XI44MXKjJF48WemFfsK2q09JVCleb021cygZi2YUKFKLsct9NAXMIO1awAJvpPOHq9s_E/s1600-h/starfish+4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0yD3LAZGawHrkNAWr-fVUh50t5UbtJSuOYGo6_1txFllkvwUxbCPL0vYFM5FDbQRGvKKmi7XI44MXKjJF48WemFfsK2q09JVCleb021cygZi2YUKFKLsct9NAXMIO1awAJvpPOHq9s_E/s400/starfish+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245864410679583474" border="0" /></a><br />Starfish have no eyes, so I wonder how it knew which way to go? Or was it just lucky?CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-54675858964645584122008-09-11T06:58:00.000-07:002008-09-14T06:25:55.482-07:00Coffee at the wharf on a fine spring dayToday was a beautiful warm spring day, and Diana at Wharfside Cafe had the windows pulled open, so I sat inside and enjoyed the view and my coffee. You can sit outside in the sun too, under the umbrellas, but I enjoyed the way the windows frame the view.<br /><br />There are several cafes at the wharf. The Wharfside is my favourite, but the others are friendly places to be too, and they all have good coffee.<br /><br />The wharf is a working port facility, so in addition to tourists, you'll find people from the Port Authority and Customs having morning coffee or lunch here. The fishermen from the boats at the wharf are more often to be found around the corner at the ice creamery, which is also a cafe and souvenir store.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8KNp8L5mwuCtaJt1bZERFBcxWYW4OK7rrdGdNLrDMezWJ0ttnu4TM9FC454wExwbdT41VD91abfs9NmLUh4Rfbu3OHNlCtMh2shFMLLT3OnDdrzW5XRlQguKaJI-YZcla2G4AO8ZZk6W/s1600-h/wharf+cafe.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8KNp8L5mwuCtaJt1bZERFBcxWYW4OK7rrdGdNLrDMezWJ0ttnu4TM9FC454wExwbdT41VD91abfs9NmLUh4Rfbu3OHNlCtMh2shFMLLT3OnDdrzW5XRlQguKaJI-YZcla2G4AO8ZZk6W/s400/wharf+cafe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244763568991774498" border="0" /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-42586125968170776942008-09-09T20:09:00.000-07:002008-09-09T20:35:09.823-07:00Rock pools and seafood!I was walking along Asling's beach, trying out my new camera phone and enjoying the rockpools, when along came Darren with a freshly caught crayfish. He had a couple of abalone too, but he complains that the legal bag limit of 2 is too restrictive, as that is not enough to make a curry for his family!<br /><br />If you're not keen on braving the cold water like Darren but you still want some "bush tucker", you can always catch a few snails like the ones in the bottom photo. They have a flecked brown and cream coloured shell which is a bit smaller than a walnut. I haven't eaten them, but I know someone who has and she says they are good steamed.<br /><br />How do you eat abalone? They are kind of rubbery and I haven't tried them myself, but I hear they are good pounded, coated in breadcrumbs and fried (like a schnitzel), or made into a curry.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SMc9f-Og5oI/AAAAAAAAASw/OzfB_HueB8Y/s1600-h/rockpool+reflections.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SMc9f-Og5oI/AAAAAAAAASw/OzfB_HueB8Y/s400/rockpool+reflections.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244227910585345666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SMc88aAc3OI/AAAAAAAAASo/yDh7ReSPJcY/s1600-h/rockpool.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SMc88aAc3OI/AAAAAAAAASo/yDh7ReSPJcY/s400/rockpool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244227299567262946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIDhtEb8-7ESuVOIMY-n5XGAyQMgGKpekfOmDnedsWfRMIv4VVicaCDc0psdtYb5SjiiPQrDf4yjENMbB9ZDgyklLjFc_P_0f6GbxGEOcYtzIWw3XP63v_ti6brhFB4WvSPhxjvcROLIa/s1600-h/Darren+and+crayfish.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIDhtEb8-7ESuVOIMY-n5XGAyQMgGKpekfOmDnedsWfRMIv4VVicaCDc0psdtYb5SjiiPQrDf4yjENMbB9ZDgyklLjFc_P_0f6GbxGEOcYtzIWw3XP63v_ti6brhFB4WvSPhxjvcROLIa/s400/Darren+and+crayfish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244226778076413442" border="0" /></a><br />See the snails in the bottom of the rock pool? Enough for dinner! Just joking, I like to leave the wildlife in peace.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SMc7gRnv2RI/AAAAAAAAASY/mBfDRv3Wtf0/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SMc7gRnv2RI/AAAAAAAAASY/mBfDRv3Wtf0/s400/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244225716768200978" border="0" /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-85537961981035133802008-08-09T23:36:00.000-07:002010-11-04T04:42:54.389-07:00Wreck, Rescue and Salvage<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpOjvdykM1MJyVdc3IajQMXsqQKMyuNozyPo3O-6EjG75DkaIkTNXbpICs3lSLBunMWCKiHSMHn2_v_yVQZBAjfuP64bJgDs3S99NuLLxx0py_amXDiBwqytJg05FH3lSuSdvQ_PI9GBk/s1600-h/2008-08-04+Dick+Jolly.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232782610593892594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpOjvdykM1MJyVdc3IajQMXsqQKMyuNozyPo3O-6EjG75DkaIkTNXbpICs3lSLBunMWCKiHSMHn2_v_yVQZBAjfuP64bJgDs3S99NuLLxx0py_amXDiBwqytJg05FH3lSuSdvQ_PI9GBk/s320/2008-08-04+Dick+Jolly.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>If you met Captain Dick Jolly in the supermarket, you might not realize that you were talking to a world-renowned salvage expert, 1 of only 40 in the world on the "Scopic Panel" (a group of expert salvage consultants approved to represent all parties and their insurers at marine casualties). Dick came to Eden 28 years ago to take up the position of tug master for a couple of years, and still lives here today with his wife Roslyn.<br />
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Dick grew up at Charlton, in Victoria, and began his apprenticeship on the sea at the age of 16. He soon found his career direction, as the ship he was serving on broke down and had to be towed into port and Dick had a chance to talk with the salvage master in charge and learn about the world of marine salvage. After getting his Second Mate's certificate, he went to the UK and joined the salvage tug industry.<br />
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Before becoming a salvage master, Dick was the captain of several ocean-goings tugs, and towed dredges, oil rigs, obsolete warships and other objects on over 100 contracts. The ship in the painting behind him, the Salviscount, was the biggest tug boat in the world when Dick became Master of her. On another occasion Dick was in charge of one the world's longest tows, towing a dredger 13,000 miles from New Zealand to Rotterdam.<br />
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Dick has supervised over 80 salvage jobs during his career, ranging from fishing vessels to ships of more than 200,000 tons. Over the past few years, most jobs have begun with a 2:00am phone call from London Underwriters, followed by a quick trip to the local airport and a connecting flight to anywhere from the Persian Gulf to the Pacific Islands and anywhere in between.<br />
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His most recent assignment was with the Pasha Bulker, which was stranded on the beach last winter at Newcastle. Dick was there as a Special Casualty Representative, to advise the salvage master, approve salvage methods and deal with local authorities. After refloating and temporary repairs, Dick approved the towing arrangements and met the vessel again in Vietnam to ensure her safe dry-docking for permanent repairs. The Pasha Bulker now has a new name and a new bottom, and is again plying the seas.<br />
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Dick is 68 now, and has had to retire recently due to ill health. He has written his autobiography "Wreck, Rescue and Salvage", which is full of absorbing stories of his adventures across the globe. You can find the book online at <a href="http://moo.whittlespublishing.com/whittles/item/546">Whittles Publishing</a>, Amazon and most other book retailers.<br />
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<i>Note: Sadly, Captain Dick Jolly passed away in February 2009.</i><br />
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<a href="http://moo.whittlespublishing.com/whittles/item/546"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/carolw444/SJ6Sn8y1i_I/AAAAAAAAARw/A3tVaaFnerg/s400/WRECK%20COVER.jpg" /></a></div>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-43296161735797781242008-08-01T02:52:00.000-07:002008-08-01T03:27:50.265-07:00On Asling's BeachThe waves were crashing hard on Asling's Beach this morning, throwing up spray and causing mist to drift over the beach and across the road. Seaweed and sand were churned up and lifted by the breaking waves. The day was warm and it was a gift to be outside enjoying it.<br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/carolw444/LivingInEdenAustralia/photo#5229487473827135810"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/carolw444/SJLfJoLSQUI/AAAAAAAAANA/iEV-0RvL5jQ/s400/2008-08-01%2011-58-38_0049.JPG" /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-72235013568274642492008-07-17T03:37:00.000-07:002008-08-01T03:43:14.477-07:00School holiday fun at the Eden cannery wharf<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SH8tRhZyV5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/rdWTRNH58OU/s1600-h/2008-07-16+watch+the+ray.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SH8tRhZyV5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/rdWTRNH58OU/s320/2008-07-16+watch+the+ray.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223943871820617618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SH8h71suW-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/oKVnDYJw608/s1600-h/2008-07-15+cannery.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SH8h71suW-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/oKVnDYJw608/s320/2008-07-15+cannery.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223931404683729890" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Nine years ago the <a href="http://www.abc.net.au/am/stories/s34636.htm">Eden cannery</a> was closed, and 1 in 8 Eden workers lost their jobs.<br /><br />Today, the cannery sits abandoned and the cannery wharf is quietly rotting away. Rumour has it that the site has been purchased by a developer who will build a tourist resort on the location.<br /><br />In the meantime and despite the chain wire fences, the wharf provides a wonderful place to have fun on the school holidays.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The clear deep water is hard to resist, even in this cold weather.<br /></div><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/carolw444/LivingInEdenAustralia/photo#5223935586324642722"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/carolw444/SH8lvPhm-6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WmVeVo_ZTGA/s400/2008-07-16%20leap.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You can catch fish...<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/carolw444/LivingInEdenAustralia/photo#5223939286154871410"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/carolw444/SH8pGmd4AnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UpNrIstqtIk/s400/2008-07-16%20fish.JPG" /></a><br /><br />and watch an eagle soar overhead.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SH8sD9CwwvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3HSHK5Jkgr4/s1600-h/2008-07-16+eagle+crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SH8sD9CwwvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3HSHK5Jkgr4/s320/2008-07-16+eagle+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223942539210441458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You might even be lucky enough to spot this immense stingray. Can you see him? He's about 2 metres across, and likes to circle around under the wharf.<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/carolw444/LivingInEdenAustralia/photo#5223945184561097234"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/carolw444/SH8ud7vgahI/AAAAAAAAAK4/j_rj4-LEKn0/s400/2008-07-16%20ray.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/carolw444/LivingInEdenAustralia/photo#5229487478084529122"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/carolw444/SJLfJ4CU6-I/AAAAAAAAANI/hAgs9fQndNg/s400/yacht%20reflection.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SH81-viOK1I/AAAAAAAAALI/BjbkUZScqAg/s1600-h/2008-07-17+picnic.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SH81-viOK1I/AAAAAAAAALI/BjbkUZScqAg/s400/2008-07-17+picnic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223953444801227602" border="0" /></a><br />It's not a bad way to spend a day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SH8vn1aSiCI/AAAAAAAAALA/SBtL7BFtv2w/s1600-h/2008-07-16+wharf+view.JPG"><br /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-14888142684116562392008-07-09T21:37:00.000-07:002008-07-11T20:31:06.204-07:00National Aboriginal and Islanders Day of CelebrationIt's <a href="http://www.naidoc.org.au/what_is/default.aspx">NAIDOC</a> week, and there are Aboriginal celebrations happening all over the place. It's a good time for <a href="http://home.vicnet.net.au/%7Ebangercc/Kooriname.html">Kooris</a> to celebrate their roots, and for non-indigenous people to take an interest and learn about the culture and spirit of the land to which we have come.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SHWVmAVqp8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/EuoRhkA2bEw/s1600-h/Welcome+dance.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SHWVmAVqp8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/EuoRhkA2bEw/s400/Welcome+dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221243823164401602" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome dance, welcoming the elders to the celebration.<br /><br />The local celebration was held at the Aboriginal church on Moorhead Street, near the golf course. There was a welcome speech, some dancing by the young people and really excellent didgeridoo music, a jumping castle and barbeque lunch, and even a magician, all free. Invitations were put in all the local mailboxes. The weather was good, and everyone seemed to have a good time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SHWWk61QQyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WP1UBpvHjTk/s1600-h/Shake+a+leg+dance+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SHWWk61QQyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WP1UBpvHjTk/s400/Shake+a+leg+dance+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221244904018035490" border="0" /></a><br />"Shake a leg" dance - a dance for warriors.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneiO5kixbbYfXHvfZQ9-IKF1UkNsBwDo5CVN2lcOWUmBdLLUf7ZApe6UxEUbaJ_zxUe-9p_x1oj3mYuBrmA3z_0gMtGeR22PBH2b3exDb7UhciY4MW9Tc1_se4p-kbXGjh5c6sKGmOdGo/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneiO5kixbbYfXHvfZQ9-IKF1UkNsBwDo5CVN2lcOWUmBdLLUf7ZApe6UxEUbaJ_zxUe-9p_x1oj3mYuBrmA3z_0gMtGeR22PBH2b3exDb7UhciY4MW9Tc1_se4p-kbXGjh5c6sKGmOdGo/s400/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221247225916948514" border="0" /></a><br />Excellent food at the barbeque.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwyA9XBphhDA3WAUvtDln9uiKB_gAN_smV55kl_4kaI3a7StVPs-sYlhMDXM97c4PYUWYwSptxSX4TYpSFVbvXPH5EPZEky1rceV5G8lTfwApoicozzRH_Frv50RYuY81l8fXybPF5K8O/s1600-h/BBQ2+x.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwyA9XBphhDA3WAUvtDln9uiKB_gAN_smV55kl_4kaI3a7StVPs-sYlhMDXM97c4PYUWYwSptxSX4TYpSFVbvXPH5EPZEky1rceV5G8lTfwApoicozzRH_Frv50RYuY81l8fXybPF5K8O/s400/BBQ2+x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221247647594263090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32XqzHGj__DKvBh3SMGVPon8c3OS59JHkuJiH-rXxWZI67J1wbOXRLM9n79oEkKHvuWtWAKr-Z9ifT3GSirsziPguCquQtMSwIy-j5mrtuax-YP_GpSu-XleE-TA81W5F14IFkArbzeuW/s1600-h/Nina+Mongta+and+Elmo+x.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32XqzHGj__DKvBh3SMGVPon8c3OS59JHkuJiH-rXxWZI67J1wbOXRLM9n79oEkKHvuWtWAKr-Z9ifT3GSirsziPguCquQtMSwIy-j5mrtuax-YP_GpSu-XleE-TA81W5F14IFkArbzeuW/s400/Nina+Mongta+and+Elmo+x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248531191596850" border="0" /></a><br />Nina and her dog Elmo. Nina works at the preschool, and has 6 kids of her own.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrAiOrSFxm03mMdcM19joup3MxFoTnioGpTWHsHYpRiJOxnVrDVVppJ2tSsNOWyobpYurdtY7rBkWR0zLV7v6BqYTuTWrC5q09tbPsd43oDJAcaX22_QzQ_EB4GEZWrvV2SzoHevyn_QX/s1600-h/Watching+the+face+painting.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrAiOrSFxm03mMdcM19joup3MxFoTnioGpTWHsHYpRiJOxnVrDVVppJ2tSsNOWyobpYurdtY7rBkWR0zLV7v6BqYTuTWrC5q09tbPsd43oDJAcaX22_QzQ_EB4GEZWrvV2SzoHevyn_QX/s400/Watching+the+face+painting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221249218252646034" border="0" /></a><br />Intently watching the face painting!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SHWazLg8I9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HBilAszsys0/s1600-h/Paul+Mongta+x.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SHWazLg8I9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HBilAszsys0/s400/Paul+Mongta+x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221249547060913106" border="0" /></a><br />Looking good!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT4II8SAmXyt2tH8lQo0nyK98QPDoWMmUCBm9PCLdDYk9juP3ZCpnd_WYZcoXKk4JOJphSBlyWprToHEUkB8oi1CUMb7j9IPQCwJ-f83wry8vlTciKP89Zw-PQ-VCL5G1y81z73isb9dA9/s1600-h/Jumping+castle.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT4II8SAmXyt2tH8lQo0nyK98QPDoWMmUCBm9PCLdDYk9juP3ZCpnd_WYZcoXKk4JOJphSBlyWprToHEUkB8oi1CUMb7j9IPQCwJ-f83wry8vlTciKP89Zw-PQ-VCL5G1y81z73isb9dA9/s400/Jumping+castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221250031337686386" border="0" /></a><br />Nothing beats a jumping castle! Even the big kids can't get enough of it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SHWcT6VF3OI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RnZ2fn0HqMI/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SHWcT6VF3OI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RnZ2fn0HqMI/s400/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221251208895126754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SHWcvhpCL2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/lyCjIbBYHGQ/s1600-h/Friendly+chatting.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SHWcvhpCL2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/lyCjIbBYHGQ/s400/Friendly+chatting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221251683304222562" border="0" /></a><br />A good day out amongst friends.CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-21063443524939822572008-07-06T23:07:00.000-07:002008-07-06T23:22:02.642-07:00Swimming on a winter afternoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLxRookBGKpLr1x4wLdvDMDXax4W9azI33zvxdgFpY0pi7iyUSaWd0wufQJmbXzhS5pGp6yC607N_T9djIfRCm_B4ag18doPevOyZa2yLvmUXSF-HLNlP1un73ROtl_iNYynE9jnSP0xq/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLxRookBGKpLr1x4wLdvDMDXax4W9azI33zvxdgFpY0pi7iyUSaWd0wufQJmbXzhS5pGp6yC607N_T9djIfRCm_B4ag18doPevOyZa2yLvmUXSF-HLNlP1un73ROtl_iNYynE9jnSP0xq/s400/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220150645838292994" border="0" /><br /></a><br>This hardy child couldn't stay out of the water. The photographer was wearing jeans, boots and a warm jacket, just by way of comparison.CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-80195369838450409832008-06-24T20:03:00.000-07:002008-06-24T20:10:46.579-07:00Meet Carolyn, Intuitive Artist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SGG2lT_z3XI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H0zu26IZkjo/s1600-h/Carolyn2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SGG2lT_z3XI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H0zu26IZkjo/s320/Carolyn2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215650595611073906" border="0" /></a><br />Carolyn is practically a native of Eden, having lived here since she was 4 years old. Her interests include horticulture and garden design, as well as intuitive art. Some years ago, Carolyn took part in a workshop on mandala drawing. She loved this form of drawing and quickly adapted it to her own style. Carolyn's mandala drawings are beautiful, vibrant representations of the energy of a person or situation. She has done drawings for newborn babies, newly married couples, businesses and individuals. Each drawing is unique, and a pleasure to look at.<br /><br />If you would like to order a drawing, or for more details, email Carolyn at carolyns-creations@hotmail.com.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SGG23T7PNxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VMfMC0fDkvs/s1600-h/beauty+on+imlay+c.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SGG23T7PNxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VMfMC0fDkvs/s400/beauty+on+imlay+c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215650904829540114" border="0" /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-62408841703794637782008-06-18T05:13:00.000-07:002008-07-11T20:23:44.001-07:00Do you have a question about Eden, Australia?Please put your question in the comments for this post, and I'll do my best to answer it.CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-6938197181203360752008-06-15T05:13:00.000-07:002008-06-15T06:19:09.688-07:00Onions are cheaper at Bennett's Store<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYax-Uv9fhFoiJSmaIscXC-GjqfVK2mfNOeWrHYD8h9ORqzWJzZFnEd_o5QxlkcjLXaebCFXrEmBR_OqTa5YYu2GFgKue71ajkJ1yzLoWsBZ_ez7yEdri0QIk4mZy5n0XUcP1N2Kq3XqUE/s1600-h/Bennetts+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYax-Uv9fhFoiJSmaIscXC-GjqfVK2mfNOeWrHYD8h9ORqzWJzZFnEd_o5QxlkcjLXaebCFXrEmBR_OqTa5YYu2GFgKue71ajkJ1yzLoWsBZ_ez7yEdri0QIk4mZy5n0XUcP1N2Kq3XqUE/s320/Bennetts+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212083608741860722" border="0" /></a> You can find a bit of everything at Bennett's - ice, petrol, newspapers, cat food, milk, smokes, and even hot lamb rolls. The average onion will cost you about 10 cents, which is about 1/4 of what you'd pay at BiLo.<br /><br />Bennett's is across the road from the Garden of Eden Caravan Park, and the only shop within easy walking distance of the southern end of town. The friendly owners are Ian and Betty Spencer, who have run the shop for 25 years and who have been married to each other for over 50. Ian says he is proud of that, not too many people stay married that long.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SFUMEsrpIxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/k3P8a3-69pI/s1600-h/Bennets+1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SFUMEsrpIxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/k3P8a3-69pI/s400/Bennets+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212085418604438290" border="0" /></a>CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096103030799768299.post-32828681527020380592008-06-06T02:17:00.001-07:002008-06-06T02:30:39.774-07:00People from all over the world use our Access Centre<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SEkA46ZW0HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zJB-huix2kQ/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1OVk75ZSdI/SEkA46ZW0HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zJB-huix2kQ/s320/Image070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208695421778972786" border="0" /></a><br />Meet Clare, the proud manager of Eden Access Centre. The map behind her, crowded with pins, represents the home towns of many of the tourists who have passed through Eden and stopped at the Access Centre to use the internet services.<br /><br />Facilities provided by the Access Centre include an internet cafe, phone and fax, and even a state-of-the-art video conferencing facility. The centre processes Medicare and Centrelink (social security) paperwork and hosts computer training sessions.<br /><br />Though small, the centre is an important facility for locals and tourists alike. It is staffed by volunteers.<br /><br />The Eden Access Centre is located at 116 Imlay Street, Eden and the phone number is 02 6496-3970.CarolW44http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814839159961596413noreply@blogger.com0