Some readers may remember that 12 months ago we had a serious fire incident only metres from our home. A National Parks hazard reduction got away, jumping containment lines and raced towards us via the Burralow and Wool Wash Creek.
Some of the tankers ready for the competitions
I was all very serious stuff, with helicopters water bombing and the Rural Fire Service Tankers lined up in the street. To our relief the co-ordintationa and efforts of the teams prevented what could have been are catastrophe from occuring.
Lads demonstrating how to extinguish a fire.
Last weekend, the various brigades got together for their annual competition to see who were the outstanding performers and who had the best presented truck.
I am pleased to say that, our brigade won- Grose Vale, and came 2nd for best presented truck.
Dave sprinting back after unrolling a line.
It was quite exciting to watch the younger guys roll out hoses, connect and put out a fire, then roll up and store. There were various field events and the overall winner was decided based on a total aggregate time.
The winning crew at the end of the day!
It was a real community event and a vital one for our safety.
Note- to those of you who have commented in recent weeks. HUGE thank you . I have not been feeling up to blogging with a couple of health issues taking priority. Your support is much appreciated
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
The Reception
The reception was held at Wolfies in the Rocks area of Sydney. An old convict built wool store, it has fantastic views down the harbour and across to the Opera house.
Toms art
Kesia and Tom had some of their artwork on display, and the evening was a wonderful mixture of the traditional, (in speeches), with the modern/gothic. Kesias Mum created some fantastic table displays too.
Kesias art
Even the cake was different. A womans torso with a corset, top hat and raven skulls around the base.
The cake.
Perhaps the most "confronting" artwork was a sculpture which Tom created. Made from steel, its a full sized womans body, however the head has rams horns and a strong face like an alian. I found it beautiful and confronting at the same time.
Toms sculpture of Kesia. You have to zoom in to see details of the face
Frankly, the whole wedding was a wonderful show, both couples have a real commitment for each other, and they are truely talented. I am so delighted to see my son so happy, and delighted to have such a daughter-in-law
Kesias portrait of Tom ( yes, he is that fit)
Toms art
Kesia and Tom had some of their artwork on display, and the evening was a wonderful mixture of the traditional, (in speeches), with the modern/gothic. Kesias Mum created some fantastic table displays too.
Kesias art
Even the cake was different. A womans torso with a corset, top hat and raven skulls around the base.
The cake.
Perhaps the most "confronting" artwork was a sculpture which Tom created. Made from steel, its a full sized womans body, however the head has rams horns and a strong face like an alian. I found it beautiful and confronting at the same time.
Toms sculpture of Kesia. You have to zoom in to see details of the face
Frankly, the whole wedding was a wonderful show, both couples have a real commitment for each other, and they are truely talented. I am so delighted to see my son so happy, and delighted to have such a daughter-in-law
Kesias portrait of Tom ( yes, he is that fit)
Monday, July 22, 2013
Sons Wedding Part 1
Perhaps one of the most memorable moments, has been my sons wedding. He has married a very talented girl and we welcome her into our family.
Tom with his sister Rosalie. Tom is very fit.
The wedding was held in Waverly Cemetery, and unlike traditional weddings, was a "black" wedding. The day was perfect with a light breeze, blue skies with a hint of cloud. Whales played in the ocean behind, as sea eagles cruised the thermals across the ocean.
Tom and Kesia tying the knot
Kesia wore a 140 year old mourning dress and all her bridal party were looking splendid in their clothes. Black roses, a Celtic harp and a real tying the knot over the hands all added to the atmosphere.
At an area known as The Rocks in Sydney, where other bridal Parties go to have photo shoots, Our wedding party arrived. It was such a contrast to the white weddings that other camera crews stopped taking photos of their party and began taking photos of ours!
Kesia looks stunning as too does everyone.
I will post more photos later in the week and show you some of the artwork both these talented people create
Tom with his sister Rosalie. Tom is very fit.
The wedding was held in Waverly Cemetery, and unlike traditional weddings, was a "black" wedding. The day was perfect with a light breeze, blue skies with a hint of cloud. Whales played in the ocean behind, as sea eagles cruised the thermals across the ocean.
Tom and Kesia tying the knot
Kesia wore a 140 year old mourning dress and all her bridal party were looking splendid in their clothes. Black roses, a Celtic harp and a real tying the knot over the hands all added to the atmosphere.
Signing the registrar. Rosalie is far left. Jack is looking very dapper ( far right)
At an area known as The Rocks in Sydney, where other bridal Parties go to have photo shoots, Our wedding party arrived. It was such a contrast to the white weddings that other camera crews stopped taking photos of their party and began taking photos of ours!
Kesia looks stunning as too does everyone.
I will post more photos later in the week and show you some of the artwork both these talented people create
Friday, June 28, 2013
Wonnaminta Station
Yet another property in the outback of NSW that features in our family history is Wonnaminta. Wonnaminta is situated approximatley 210km NNE of Broken Hill, 50km east of Packsaddlers. The terrain here is quite different to that of Thurloo, Boorara, Waroo which of course lie to the east etc.
The Homestead Circa 1900.
The land itself is more like that of Mutawinji national park, some quite harsh sections, jump ups, and open land. However the 6 bedroom homestead itself is positioned along the Wonnaminta Creek, and provides shelter, shade and comfort. The homestead is of similar construction to those others I have visited. Rammed earth/limestone construction. 14 foot ceilings, cool room and verandah on all sides.
The Homestead Circa 1900.
The land itself is more like that of Mutawinji national park, some quite harsh sections, jump ups, and open land. However the 6 bedroom homestead itself is positioned along the Wonnaminta Creek, and provides shelter, shade and comfort. The homestead is of similar construction to those others I have visited. Rammed earth/limestone construction. 14 foot ceilings, cool room and verandah on all sides.
The homestead is surrounded by beautiful gardens.
It is a grand structure with formal reading room, formal and informal flow.
Further improvements include a managers cottage, Shearers quarters, various machinery sheds, and of course the iconic shearing shed itself. The structures are superbly maintained and are a credit to the owners.
The managers cottage.
In the location of the Homestead magnificent red Gums shade and protect this secluded spot. The Wonnaminta creek itself reminds me of the creek system through Mutawinji. The bottom is sandy and dry most of the time, tall banks and tree lined. The temperature drops dramatically from the heat of the day in this location.
The shearing shed.
To the north and in stark contrast is the Koonenberry Mountain range with its rocky rises and outcrops. I recall climbing Mt Wood (Sturt Stoney desert National Park), and just being in awe of the landscape, contrasting so sharply with the MT Wood Homestead. I continue to be in awe of the men and women who came through this place and made it home.
In sharp contrast to the creek systems and homestead location.
The property runs approximately 15,000 merino sheep and harvests about 5000 goats p.a. Wonnaminta is a classical property that was formerly owned by the Kidman empire. Again the structures of the homestead provide a welcome oasis from the hard work conducted in maintaining fences, dams, bores, mustering , shearing etc. The isolation is simply fabulous and I can see why
The Wonnaminta creek.
The property is being offered for sale via Landmark Harcourt at Cobar for 2.9 million. I certainly hope the property is placed in the hands of someone who will maintain it to the standards of the current owners, and not end up like Urisino or Caiwarro. Another loss to our pastoral history.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Willandra Station
I am off for a well deserved rest at Willandra where I am in pursuit of the Plains Wanderer. I hope by using mountain bikes I will be able to catch another good look at a rare bird.
See you all soon in Laminton country!
See you all soon in Laminton country!
Saturday, May 18, 2013
I'm a Cunnamulla Fella!
Now I'm a scrubber runner and breaker too,
I live on damper and wallaby stew.
I've got a big cattle dog with a staghound cross.

I never saw the scrubber we couldn't toss.
'Cause I'm the Feller, from Cunnamulla
Yes I'm the Cunnamulla Feller.
Now once when I was drovin' on the cattle trails,
I met a little girl her name was Ada Vale.
I said "Marry me Ada and I'll be the feller,
And we'll settle down in Augathella."
I'll be the Feller at Augathella,
Yes I'll be the Augathella Feller.
Oh, she said her daddy's name was Charley Ville,
She had a lot of kiddies and a lot of bills.
So I grabbed my horse that was nice and handy,
And I never stopped till I reached Dirranbandi.
I was the dandy at Dirranbandi,
Yes I was the Dirranbandi Dandy.
Now in my moleskin trousers and my Williams boots,
Aboard an outlaw as he leaves the chutes.
In my goose neck spurs I rake their fiery hide,
And the girls all shouting around the ringside.
Oh he's the Feller from Cunnamulla,
Yeah he's the Cunnamulla Feller.
Now I've done a little fightin' in the western bars,
Done a little lovin' neath the moon and stars.
I wear bright clothes and shirts full of colour,
And the girls know me as that certain feller.
Yes he's the Feller from Cunnamulla,
Yes he's the Cunnamulla Feller.
Oh he's the Cunnamulla Feller,
Yes he's the Cunnamulla Feller.
I've got a big cattle dog with a staghound cross.

I never saw the scrubber we couldn't toss.
'Cause I'm the Feller, from Cunnamulla
Yes I'm the Cunnamulla Feller.
Now once when I was drovin' on the cattle trails,
I met a little girl her name was Ada Vale.
I said "Marry me Ada and I'll be the feller,
And we'll settle down in Augathella."
I'll be the Feller at Augathella,
Yes I'll be the Augathella Feller.
Oh, she said her daddy's name was Charley Ville,
She had a lot of kiddies and a lot of bills.
So I grabbed my horse that was nice and handy,
And I never stopped till I reached Dirranbandi.
I was the dandy at Dirranbandi,
Yes I was the Dirranbandi Dandy.
Now in my moleskin trousers and my Williams boots,
Aboard an outlaw as he leaves the chutes.
In my goose neck spurs I rake their fiery hide,
And the girls all shouting around the ringside.
Oh he's the Feller from Cunnamulla,
Yeah he's the Cunnamulla Feller.
Now I've done a little fightin' in the western bars,
Done a little lovin' neath the moon and stars.
I wear bright clothes and shirts full of colour,
And the girls know me as that certain feller.
Yes he's the Feller from Cunnamulla,
Yes he's the Cunnamulla Feller.
Oh he's the Cunnamulla Feller,
Yes he's the Cunnamulla Feller.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
BIrd Photography by Akos Lumnitzer
Its so difficult to get first class bird photos in flight or at night. Above is a beautiful photograph from Akos Lumnitzer.
I urge you to visit Akos website www.amatteroflight.com A brilliant play on words, you can explore what it takes, (and what he has to wear!), in order to capture some of the best birding photos I have seen.
There are workshops, as well ,that you can do- (one coming up soon at Taronga Zoo in June), if you want to improve your ability to take better shots. Also a list of equipment needed. Its a complete package that will at the very least make you a better birder.
Many thanks for the permission to use this photo.
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