March 7th, 2014
Because it's a long weekend
- At least two LJ posts*
- Two posts on 432 pages**
- Read some more of boring book from library
- Make a start on Essay 1***
- Read more of evil WIP, and try to finish
- Glare at query for Seals
*One photos (TME II, Williamsford or non-bikes), one text
**Traction engine & something that's not new photos; consider encouraging sqrl involvement
***Start can mean copy a question to a Word doc and then save it in a relevant folder
February 5th, 2014
This is Zeehan.
There is something that fascinates me about this town, ever since my first visit ten years ago. We'd come through Tullah, and stopped at Rosbery for some photos. Then we're driving along the main street of Zeehan, which is rather long, but not unlike the other towns with miners cottages and the occasional hotel or small shop, until we get to--( Read more...Collapse )
February 3rd, 2014
Beach @ 12:01 am
We went to the beach today so I took some photos. They're only taken with the camera so they're nothing much but taken they were so here they are.( Read more...Collapse )
January 27th, 2014
This is Rosebery. It's story is that of every other mining town. Ore is discovered nearby, in this case gold and zinc, and a town is established.Quite a township is springing up at the Rosebery. A commodious hotel, butcher's and baker's shops and store are already built. The population is 200.The Mercury, 1897
Unlike many mining towns, Rosebery didn't have the boom/bust cycle. The current population now is 1000 people. In the middle of last century the population got up over 2000 but I don't think it ever got much either.
South west along the main street. (That's Agnes St.)( Read more...Collapse )
Just outside Rosebery this is a dirt road that runs off the south. There are number of signs at the turn off that point to "Williamsford 6 km", "Car Park 6 km", Montezuma Falls. About one kilometre in though is a small car park and tower.
"Track to T.M.E site".( Read more...Collapse )
January 26th, 2014
I blame my sister for this. She asked about the origin of the expression "they wouldn't know me from a bar of soap". I had a look. I discovered it's origin isn't that simple.
It is apparently addressed in a 2009
edition of OzWords, a newsletter from the Australian National Dictionary Centre. In answer to a letter they say:The international expression that you allude to—not to know a person from Adam— was first recorded in 1784. The variant not to know a person (or something) from a bar of soap appears first in New Zealand in 1903: "Didn't know the game [of golf] from a bar of soap." It is next used in Australia, in 1918: "Don’t know ’im from a bar of soap." Thereafter it is widely used in both Australia and New Zealand, as in this passage from Kylie Tennant’s 1943 novel Ride on Stranger: "'Why doesn't she marry the child's father?' ... 'It’s my belief she doesn't know him from a bar of soap.'"
It is unlikely that hygiene was the issue that gave rise to the idiom. In this age of soaps that come in so many shapes, forms, smells, and colours, it is easy to forget that in earlier days all bars of soap looked much the same. One member of the Dictionary Centre commented: "it alludes to the anonymous nature of rectangular (yellow) bars of soap, produced by the indistinguishable thousands on production lines in factories. The allusion works well because it’s such a common commodity."
But they're wrong about the earliest date. The date matters because you need that to get some idea of where and how a phrase originated. Anyway, a quick trawl through the newspapers in Trove gives an occurrence in 1900 in a Queensland newspaper:That the sentries at the gates to the Exhibition-ground, Brisbane, have their time fully occupied in preventing people swarming in to lines.
That, recently, a sentry called a would-be visitor to halt, and inquired his business. That the reply was, "I wish to see Sergeant Brown."
That the volunteer-man, after due consideration, answered: "Don't know Sergeant Brown from a bar of soap! You get-back !"
That, considering that the sentry was a powerful man, standing 6ft. in his socks, the would-be visitor got--quickly! ( Read more...Collapse )
So this is the other bit of Tullah, established in the 1970s to provide accommodation for the Hydro-Electric Commission's workers during construction of their power scheme. ( Read more...Collapse )
January 25th, 2014
This is Tullah. One part old mining town, two parts former Hydro village. From the north, it's the first town you encounter after a long time of nothing (no towns, no houses, no mobile signal). From the south, it's the last town before a long stretch of nothing.
The potted history on the archived Online Access Centre web site
says... Tullah was established as a small mining settlement in 1900 following the discovery of silver lead ore in 1897 by Josiah Innes and party. Original access was by foot and packhorse until the Mt Farrell Tramway was completed in March 1909. In 1924 the Wee Georgie Wood steam railway linked the town to the Emu Bay railway and this continued until 1964 when the Murchison Highway was completed.
The Hydro Electric Commission commenced construction of the Pieman River Power Development in 1973. At the peak of construction the population of Tullah reached 2500. Construction was completed in 1985 but Tullah remained the construction base for the King River and Anthony Power Developments until their completion in 1994.
The two parts of the township are, as you'll see, quite separate in both atmosphere and location, so I'll give each one its own post. That way I can use more photos and gets posts for one lot of work. ( Read more...Collapse )
January 24th, 2014
I have declared this weekend to be Catch Up on LJ Photos Weekend. So, lots of posts with lots of photos and not much background (i.e. links). Will be mostly towns, but some other things for variety.
Also brain keeps whispering about bushrangers. Actually, it wants to watch DVDs but there aren't any, so maybe a post or two instead. Words, of course, not photos.
January 22nd, 2014
This is Tullah Pioneer Cemetery...( Read more...Collapse )
January 19th, 2014
Hobart's Tasman Bridge from a slighty different angle. I did post these at the time (2006) but I like them :)( Read more...Collapse )
January 17th, 2014
The quote from the Australian Heritage Database
that interested me was:The bridge was naturally a focus for the noted ornamental and picturesque quality of Richmond, its vernacular character drawing on centuries of precedents in England and Europe, sharply contrasting with the crisp urbanity of the Ross Bridge or the machine-age precision of the Red (brick) Bridge at Campbell Town.
Don't really think "crisp urbanity" is the way to describe the bridge at Ross. Urbanity maybe. Crisp suggests a smoothness, or straight lines. Certainly a lack of decorative details. But appropriate adjectives aside, there is a point in there. You can look at the first bridge as looking back, drawing on its design from its creators' past. Whereas the other two are more a reflection of the time they were built. Maybe they're all a reflection of the time they were built in. A decade is a long time, and the societies that built them were rather different. Now that's an idea to pursue: bridges as a reflection of the society that constructed them. Although that does mean knowing something, and thinking about, that context. ( Three photosCollapse )
January 15th, 2014
No post last night due to it melting in heat. So I declare that Bridge Week is now Bridge Fortnight instead :)
Anyway, this is the Red Bridge at Campbell Town. From the road it is a rather dull sort of bridge.( Read more...Collapse )
January 13th, 2014
One of the quotes from yesterday's post
was curious and I wanted to follow up on it, but that means looking at the Ross and Campbell Bridges first.
This is the Ross Bridge, finished in 1836, a good ten years after Richmond's bridge. I was just going to post one photo of with a link to photos I've shared before
. But then I was looking for some informationon the previous bridge and came across a document entitled Nomination for an National Engineering Landmark Revisited by The Engineering Heritage Tasmania Engineers Australia July 2006
(PDF) which has a curious bit in it about the carvings. I'll include that bit here. The initiative to provide each of the arch stones with a deep relief carving originated with Daniel Herbert. It is most striking that, in amongst all the voluminous correspondence concerning this bridge, between the Lieutenant-Governor, the Colonial Architect/Engineer, the Superintendent of Convicts, the Inspector of Public Works, local settlers and the Superintendent of Ross, there is not any mention of these carvings. Herbert must have gained prior permission from Capt. Turner to sculpt these stones, and this permission must have been granted, at least verbally.
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January 12th, 2014
This week is Bridge Week! So I shall start with the obvious suspect. The bridge at Richmond lays claim to being the oldest bridge still in use in Australia, or some variation on that.( Read more...Collapse )
January 10th, 2014
I seem less motivated to post without a theme. So maybe I need a theme. Or ideas for themes.
January 7th, 2014
It's the last of VWeek!
So I raided the Chums
volume for some old jokes.
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January 6th, 2014
This one is Blundells Cottage from the park along edge of Lake Burley-Griffin in Canberra. One of the few buildings in the area that pre-date the creation of the Australian Capital Territory.
I did share some photos from here in my trip report but these is a better coverage. Also I found the self-guided tour brochure so can include some bits form that. They'll be in italics
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January 5th, 2014
ULYSSES ON A LIGHTSHIP.
HE SENDS THIS FROM THE NORE.
"Click, click, click, click," accompanied with a continuous "burr-urr-burr-uerr," like the sound made by the revolving shaft of a screw streamer; overheard the footsteps of the two men on the look-out--footsteps not rhythmical, but now slow, now quick, as the ship tosses and dips her bows. A loud, clear, "ping," followed by the opening of a door, then for a minute all other sounds are drowned by a noise that a baby's exaggerated cracker might make. Another "ping," comparative quietness resigns again. Such are the sounds that assail the ear of your friend Ulysses, who at the moment of writing is to all intents and purposed a prisoner in the estuary of the Thames.
I am in a cheerfully lit cabin, as clean and bright as a newly-minted shilling, and as big as a dining-room table. Behind me is the bunk that amid all these noises I slept in last night as sound as a top. In front of me is a lamp lashed to the table, and, if I life my eyes, they light upon the honest face of Peter Frost, who is making up his log, and who for nearly five years now has been master of the Nore lightship. Behind him again is his sleeping bunk. A brightly-polished copper stove, drawers underneath, and little cupboards at the side of each bunk, and a small book-case complete the equipment of this snug room, who acquaintance I made yesterday afternoon on the famous lightship at the mouth of the Thames.
It was then about five when the Vestal
's cable was slipped from our starboard bow, and as the yacht which had brought me to the Nore steamed away I waved my adieux to Captain Reading, from whom I had received many kind attentions on the way down.
"You're a prisoner here now," said the master in kindly tones. "You can't send any letters off by post from here, or a telegram. You can't go a walk either for a change of air if the ship should disagree with you. But we'll have a cup of tea ready in a few minutes, and then it'll be time to light the lantern." I find that to get off the Nore is not an easy matter, else I should have been home by this time.
Meanwhile all hands were busy, putting the deck in something like order, for besides myself, the master, and three men, the Vestal
had landed on the lightship's deck a ton of coal, a quantity of casks of water, drums full of oil, and boxes of provisions and clothes. These were put away only temporarily for the night, and this with tea brought us close to sunset, the time for hoisting the lantern, which, during the day, is in the deckhouse. I had a look at it here while it was being lit, which operation is performed by the cook for the time being.
It is octagonal, and is outside measurement is 18 feet. Inside it are 24 separate lamps, arranged in eight groups of three in the form of an equilateral triangle with the apex downwards. As these lamps revolve, one groups sheds its combined light in a particular direction, appearing to the spectator in the line of this direction like a large globe of light. This is only for a moment, for one lamp after another ceases to shine in this direction, and the globe of light dwindles until it disappears. Meanwhile, however, the first lamp of the next three is coming round, a faint spark appears, which slowly grows, until the rays from all three are focussed again in the direction of the on-looker. Thus, if anyone at a distance could always keep abreast of the same point of the lantern, the light to him would always appear the same.( Read more...Collapse )
January 4th, 2014
Back to the National Museum, and this dress was of interest. Actually it wasn't. I just glanced at it, and then the nearby labels, and then gave the dress a close look, for it is actually made from wool.
But my photo is very poor. Really, have a look at the much better photos on the museum's web site
. The text below is from the panel accompanying the dress on display.
The Faithfull family of Springfiled station, near Goulburn, New South Wales, gew wealthy supplying wool to Britain. In about 1885, one Faithfull daughter bought this dress from David Jones department store in Sydney. The dress represented the latest in British fashion, but its origins probably lay close to home. It is made of fine wool of the type grown on Springfield.By the 1880s, wool was Australia's most important export. Thousands of fleeces were shipped to Britain's mills to be scoured, carded, combed, spun, dyed and woven into cloth. Some of the wool eventually returned to Australia -- as bolts of fabric or ready-made clothing, drapery and furnishings.
The British Pharmacopoeia was created in the mid-19th century as a standard reference to replace the three pharmacopoeias in use at the time. The first edition was published in 1864. From the first time I saw it, I thought it seemed a useful type of book. I'm not sure for what yet but one day...( Read more...Collapse )
January 3rd, 2014
At Melbourne museum there is a recreation of two cottages from the former Little Lon district, either a miserable slum and red light district or vibrant working class community of migrant and itinerant workers. Or both.
The panel there says....You are invited to enter the world of Little Lon in the 1880s and 1890s.
Alleys, backyards and parts of two houses are recreated here: one of a very poor family, the other of a family better off. Although new timber buildings were outlawed in 1850, many survived for several decades, in increasing states of disrepair.( Read more...Collapse )
Left-hand cottage, with loose board, is the poorer cottage.( Read more...Collapse )
Right hand cottage, the "better off" one.( Read more...Collapse )
January 2nd, 2014
An up-country match usually takes place on a Saturday, when one township will muster an eleven to play another. The team go to the match on horseback--for the Australian rides everywhere, and will, it is said, go for a mile to fetch his horse to ride a mile.
, 21 June 1893
Staffordshire figures are fairly commonplace in house museum and the like, especially the pair of spaniels
. Possibly it was a law that every house had to have a pair.
Beyond the dogs though, what's interesting are the people figures, because they depicted well-known people of the time: celebrities, players in current affairs, fictional characters, anyone who might attract an audience willing to pay for an ornament to put on their mantelpiece. You get the usual suspects, kings and queens and such. The first time I actually came across them, other than the spaniels, was a collection brought into the QVMAG with multiple Napoleons.
The National Museum
has on display a pair of William Smith O'Briens. One wearing fancy clothes and chains, the other in prisoner clothes.
Being intended for mass consumption, the figures were often made quickly and cheaply, especially later in the century when the back were often left unpainted. And there were other ways to easily create a "new" figure.
On the right, Dick Turpin. Change the name painted on the bottom, and we have an Australian "knight of the road" in Frank Gardiner.
January 1st, 2014
I thought I should write something myself but while I was gathering some link, I decided the introduction to the Wikipedia article
says it quite well. So...William Smith O'Brien was an Irish Nationalist and Member of Parliament (MP) and leader of the Young Ireland movement. He also encouraged the use of the Irish language. He was convicted of sedition for his part in the Young Irelander Rebellion of 1848, but his sentence of death was commuted to deportation to Van Diemen's Land. In 1854, he was released on the condition of exile from Ireland, and he lived in Brussels for two years. In 1856 O'Brien was pardoned and returned to Ireland, but he was never active again in politics.
Or there's the entry in the Australian Dictionary of Biography
Or an obituary in the Sydney Morning Herald
Or this biography in the paper describing the National Library of Ireland's William Smith O'Brien collection
:O'Brien became a member of Daniel O'Connell's Catholic Association but disliked O'Connell's threat to the political interests of the local Clare gentry class. He and O'Connell also disagreed over Irish poor law, tithe reform, the repeal of the corn laws, and non-denominational education reform. After O'Connell was imprisoned for sedition in 1843, O'Brien joined the Repeal Association and acted as leader in O'Connell's absence. This brought him into contact with a group of younger men led by Thomas Davis and associated with the Nation newspaper. A dispute arose over Young Ireland's support for Robert Peel's proposal for three non-denominational university colleges. Young Ireland also disliked O'Connell's conciliatory moves towards Lord John Russell's new Whig government. Matters came to a head when in August 1846 Thomas Meagher attacked O'Connell's non-violent approach and O'Brien led a split between Young Ireland and the Repeal Association. The following year O'Brien became leader of Young Ireland's Irish Confederation.
When the government ordered the arrest of several prominent Young Irelanders including Charles Gavan Duffy and suspended habeas corpus O'Brien attempted to initiate a rebellion. Enthusiasm was muted and on 29 July 1848 he and several others besieged Widow McCormack's house, outside Ballingarry in county Tipperary where police had taken her children hostage. O'Brien was arrested on 7 August and in October 1848 he was sentenced to death for high treason. This was later commuted to transportation for life to Van Dieman's Land.
On arrival, he was sent to Maria Island
, to the probation station at Darlington, where he was given a cottage to live in. That one there, with the open door and the sign out the front.( Read more...Collapse )
I think, for the first week of the year, I shall make it Victoriana Week here. I have some photos, of houses and object, some from Canberra, some older. I have some books to scan things from. I wonder if I can manage two posts a day. Also, I'll have to do one on O'Brien.
December 26th, 2013
What trade is the King?A cabinet maker.
What trade is the sun ?A tanner.
Which of the King's subjects is allowed to sit before him
with his hat on?His coachman.
Why is a tallow chandler the most wicked as well as the most unfortunate man ?All his works are wicked, and all his wicked works are brought to light.
A lady asked a gentleman his age. His answer was, "What you do in every thing?Excel, XL. (forty)
Why is a proud lady like a music book ?She is full of airs.
What is highest without a head? A pillow.
What is that which goes from London to York without once
moving ?The road.
My first's a lie, my second's a lie, my whole is an emblem of innocence.A lily.
What is that which a coach cannot go without, and still
of no use to it?Noise.
Why is a nail drove home to the ¡head like an old man?Because it's in-firm.
Why is a thief that is breaking in at the top of a house like an honest man?Because he is above, doing a bad action.
(Courtesy of the Colonial Times, 1830)
December 23rd, 2013
In which there are photos of planes and photos from planes, and photos of planes from planes.
Being as I was awake most of the night and already packed, I was early getting to the airport. I had to catch a taxi there. Flight departure time was 10 am and the airport bus earliest arrival was also 10 am. Handy, not, especially as there is no public transports anywhere near the airport on Sundays. (Taxi was only $23. It might be a bit more during the week, but as the airport express bus is $12 one way/$20 return, if I was travelling with other people, it'd be worth getting a taxi for the convenience.)
The airport, once through security, is just a long hall with seats at each end and a couple of cafe things in the middle.( Read more...Collapse )
December 21st, 2013
The handy thing about first thing Saturday morning is there is less traffic on the road to get in my photos :) ( Read more...Collapse )
December 14th, 2013
Here's a little letter that I transcribed the other day. It was "received from the Cascade [female] factory" and addressed toJohn Ware
in care of John Punch
Desember the 12 1855
My Dear Husband i right thes few to you hopen to find you in good health but i cannot say that i hame at present I hame very sorrey for what us parst betwen us but i hope tat you will think better of it and come and fetch me out of ther as soon as you cane befor Chrismas if you go to the Controlers Offess and get A Order to ge me out and if you cannot com let me now what you Entend to do for you now how i hame plaset at present you will find thinghs will gonen better then ever tha did i hame in care of Mr Horn the Brickfield Nursery
so no more from
you dear Wife
December 13th, 2013
Heading out of Canberra today.( Read more...Collapse )
December 9th, 2013
The War Memorial was constructed as a memorial to the Great War, a repository for records, relics and research materials. The original building was completed in 1941. You can probably guess the next bit.
What it is now, is a very large military museum ( Read more...Collapse )
December 8th, 2013
Was in town to day watching part of the "Stan Siejka Launceston Cycling Classic 2013" as the banner across the road called it. The Masters part, because my brother was riding in it, and I wanted to take some photos. But it wasn't particularly successful, either at getting photos of Ben riding or bike racing in general.
Still, I have them and they might be of interest to competitors or someone :)
The Masters event, one of the prelude races to the "big event" later in the evening, is run over 30 minutes. (They ride around and around for 30 minutes and then for another 2 laps.)( Read more...Collapse )
December 7th, 2013
Don't want to write these any more, which is silly but there it is. So this one might be short on words. I have some hope once I actually get started it'll be better.
So I did retake that photo. I still meant to go over to the fountain thing and take a photo, but I didn't.
Note clouds. Forecast is for much rain. After much frowning at map and Centenary bus route, I planned a schedule for today that involved getting off at the Russell Offices (admin centre for the defence forces & the Dept of Defence) and walking down to the lake.( Read more...Collapse )
December 3rd, 2013
I am avoiding my trip report writing :(
Waiting for Centenary bus, to start afternoon visiting.
A bus that goes around all the touristy places is a wonderful thing. Otherwise, if you want to visit something, you have to find it on the map, work out which buses go that way, work out where those buses leave from and make sure it's the right direction, find that place, work out which stop to get off at and then afterward, work out where the bus in the other direction stops and what time it is expected to go past. Repeat for any other places.
With a bus that loops the touristy places, you get on, at the same place every time, and the driver tells you the best place to get off, and you know the bus will be back about the same time every half an hour so it's easy to work out when to leave.
One way is simple and fun. One way is difficult and stressful.
Anyway, I'm waiting for the bus. I go into a local cafe thing and get something for lunch. A bacon and egg roll thing as it turns out. I have a few bites, but not hungry so I'll leave it for later. Also buy a drink at a corner shop but that doesn't last long.( Read more...Collapse )
December 1st, 2013
Today's plan is simple. Go to the National Museum, then go across the lake to see what I feel looking at over there. Oh, and catch up with Jo.
To get to the museum I could, of course, catch the Centenary bus and do the loop, and get there just after 9.30. However, my phone claimed it was just 1.4 km drive from where I was staying, which is what? A 20 minute easy walk, and the last part of which would be along the edge of the lake. So I could a leave a bit earlier and get there just after it opened.
I should include a map of Canberra
for those not familiar with the city. Basically, it two circles, on either side of the lake. The bus terminuses, shops and YHA where I was staying are to the top and top-right of the northern circle (e.g. Canberra Central). The southern circle, with Capital Hill, is where Parliament House is, and between that and the lake is where most of things I plan to visit are, also lots of parks and gardens. So the "centre" of the city, that in any sensible place has been built and developed over decades, is all open space and public buildings. Also, it's very new. Canberra itself is celebrating it's centenary this year, but most of the buildings are from more recent times. The lake itself was constructed in the 1960s and I think most of the construction (of significant buildings and suburbs both) in city is from after that. So whereas in a town of any size, you have layers of building, development, demolition, replacement, redevelopment over time, in Canberra it's much of a single layer. On my first visit here, about ten years, I decided it had been dropped by aliens.
Anyway, let's go and have a look around :)
Because I'm not a car, I didn't need to go around the circle but could cut across the middle. It's all park (and car park) area. This looking back the way I've just come. ( Lots of photosCollapse )
November 30th, 2013
Now LJ seems to be cooperating...
My proposed itinaery for trip was:Tuesday
Visit National Museum because it's out on its own.Wednesday
See how many places that are together on the other side of the lake I can get to. They being:
National Portrait Gallery
Museum of Australian Democracy at Old Parliament House
Some others I've probably forgottenThursday
Blundell's Cottage in morning
Rest of day for things left over from TuesdayFriday
On Tuesday morning, I got to the boarding gate in Launceston airport and sat down, and an announcement came over saying they were going to start boarding soon. Now that is good timing!
I'll start with photos from the plane, of course. Although they're not very good. It was a bit cloudy.
Launceston from the plane. The silver stripe on the right is the South Esk (the wide bit just after the bend is Duck Reach, then it turns around to the right and heads into Trevallyn Lake) so, pulls out street atlas, the housing areas are West Launceston, Summerhill (dog-leg on the edge is Outram St) and Prospect. Then onto the west (Meander River too). All looking very green for late November.( LOTS of photosCollapse )
November 28th, 2013
OK I have decided I will do a trip report, because I like to look back at them years later. With photos, of course, but these will mostly be of things I saw while walking/on a bus with maybe a handful of photos and a overview of places I actually visited to give an idea of what they're about. Then I can do more detailed posts of them sometime down the track when/if I feel so inclined. That way I can give myself a record of what I did without spending hours and hours editing photos.
Of course, based on the first day, this still leads to a lot of photos for each day. But then you don't have to look at them all!
(Also, if anyone particularly wants to see what photos I took in a given place, or what I thought of it, wave your hand because I'll probably never get around to it otherwise.)
November 17th, 2013
Thought last part would take ages because there wasn't really anything left to write, except some closing comments, but I had it all less 500 words done by breakfast.
November 15th, 2013
I added a new line to my red graph:
4750 words to go but sure there's another story. We've just had the big fight, and it seems you can't resuscitate a ghost with jumper leads. Not a selkie ghost anyway. Hopefully there's still lots of "wrapping up" to write.
November 14th, 2013
Not really 10K of story left, although I'm sure characters intend to spend all that sititng around wondering how to find the werewolf and arguing what whether they should. Something needs to happen to jolt them along a bit.
November 13th, 2013
November 11th, 2013
This is a page from the second edition of Aussie: the Australian Soldiers Magazine: printed in the field by the AI.F. Printing Section
, from February 1918. I shared some excerpts
a few weeks ago, but kept a page for today.
THE LIGHT HORSE AT LONE PINE
When the Lord Mayor of Bristol gave his address to the men gathered at the Bristol Art Gallery, as guests of the city, to celebrate Gallipoli Day, he told a story concerning the Light Horse which, if authentic, opens up a nice theme for investigation. The story, which the Lord Mayer said had been communicated to him by one in constant touch with Australian soldiers, was briefly this that during the night following the day upon which the Light Horse made their never-to-be-forgotten charge at Lone Pine, their horses, which of course had been kept behind in Egypt, stampeded into the desert, and a big proportion of them lost.
Quite by accident I came across a book in which the incident is referred to in some detailed. The book is entitled The Coo-ee Contingent
, by an unknown author, published by Messrs. Cassell & Co
. This is how the writer records the weird matter:-
"The sergeant came in white-face. 'Sir,' he stammered, 'those--horses--well it's the horses of the chaps that are at Gallipoli; they're going mad.'( Read more...Collapse )
November 10th, 2013
I am good. See!
Today finds me at 32665 words.
Writing at just 2500 words a day has confirmed my thoughts about writing processes, and writing faster. I'll have to make some notes.
So I was given lighthouses as a theme. I don't actually have many photos of lighthouses. They tend to be in remote places and I don't.( Read more...Collapse )
November 8th, 2013
Actually, this one is in Charles St, just around the corner from the Mall. It took me a while to be sure there was actually something there.( Read more...Collapse )
November 7th, 2013
Day 7 @ 11:04 pm
So, a bit under 5K needed to reach halfway and today I was home all day. So yeah....
Gah. I think I will restrict myself to 2500 exactly for the next 10 days.
(Actually I finished at 3794 words for the day, but that was just 206 words off 4K which is much nicer, and then it was just 750 words to 25K... Spreadsheets are bad.)
November 6th, 2013
Day 6 @ 11:17 pm
I know this. I know it. It took me too long to learn it but I KNOW it. Admittedly I haven't had much use for it in recent years but that's no reason to forget.When characters are digging in their heels and not doing what I want, I have to stop and work out what it is they want.
(Learning this was how I knew outlining was not for me to do. The more I think I know about how the story will go, the more I get stuck.)
So, having rediscovered that writing "wheel" this morning, today was much easier despite being away all day. Total word count: 20111.