Winterlight…
Winterlight at House is something else. Summer light is wonderful, the sun’s high in the sky and it’s warm but it’s more diffused.
In winter it’s pure and clear.
Got up this A.M and fell in love again with winterlight.
Winterlight at House is something else. Summer light is wonderful, the sun’s high in the sky and it’s warm but it’s more diffused.
In winter it’s pure and clear.
Got up this A.M and fell in love again with winterlight.
Damned cold today. 7 degrees Celsius (44 fahrenheit). Rugged up and hopped behind OH on the four wheeler to feed out to those of our girls with child!
It’s been the toughest summer and autumn and we’ve got to the hard end of our pasture so we feed out our own hay cut from summer 2011 when we had grass ‘as high as an elephant’s eye.’ Plus barley harvested in 2011 from our own crops. But mainly sheep pellets which are a grain mix and which the girls think is chocolate!
Found beach re-sculpted after last week’s heavy seas.
OH walking with Old Dog.
Young Dog collecting shells.
Now believe it or not but if you look hard there is a faint black line out to sea, almost dead middle of photo. That’s a Southern Right Whale. My camera is a toy one and takes terribly ordinary long distance shots, so you really will have to ‘believe it or not’, as you like.
The shears were clicking today. If you listened to the song, it will require a whole other post from me to translate the different Aussie terms used, so we might leave that for another time. Suffice to say it’s an iconic tune that sums up the agricultural history of Australia beautifully.
It’s nearly the beginning of winter. Another month-ish.
Today it was 26 degrees at the farm, 78 degrees Fahrenheit. And I am back in shorts and a polo shirt. The wind is howling and we have a bushfire close by. Another one – nearly in winter!
The day that truly personifies all that is Australian – mateship, bravery, selflessness and…
I attended the March a few years ago wearing my Great Uncle’s medals. He flew missions in Papua New Guinea and was the incentive for Dad joining the RAAF.
Spent a lovely morning at Chinamens’ Bay…
The sky had the look of autumn about it and the water has cooled to 16 degrees Celsius.
The kayak hasn’t been used since that hot day of the Grand Memorial Kayak, a month ago.
I belong to a group of kayakers who have been paddling on and off for 10 years. As we reach various ages and various levels of decrepitude, our numbers are shrinking and so last year we decided on a Grand Memorial Kayak once a year at the very least.
Went away 2 weeks ago on a light aircraft to spend a day in the remote southwest of Tasmania in a world heritage area.
Please understand the term ‘remote’ – 6 days walking to get to civilisation through rugged and dangerous mountains and bushland. Or by boat, sailing in inhospitable waters. And please also understand that I HATE flying and suffer from claustrophobia causing acute anxiety!