REFLECTIONS ON THE LAST MONTH. THE FIRST MONTH HERE ON THE CLARENCE. IN FACT – LETS MAKE IT REFLECTINS IN GENERAL.
I drove this driveway for four years. Its the drive from Bilambil Cottage up to the Main House of Linden Lea. When the rains turned it slippery and sloppy, the DOS had this load of rocks put in so that our vehicles would not slip and slide. He is a true Gentleman is Mr Douglas Bulpitt.
AT the back of Ulmarra, we have a SHED. Its a fine shed and VERY old. We have now discovered that the house was built in 1908 by W.B. HAFFENDEN. Out past the shed is the wetland area which fills with birds and where I watched the brolgas dance.
The attic appears in early photographs of the house. I didn’t expect that. I thought it were a recent addition but that doesn’t appear to be the case. Its from the attic that I look above the sheds to the wetlands and this first month in residence, they have been wet in the extreme.
In SOUTH GRAFTON is the EMPORIUM. It was once the CITY STORES. I am finding some tales from South Grafton in earlier times.
I eat at the EMPORIUM and go to the MUSIC CAFE. This weekend, The Emporium hosted harp and vocal workshops. They do a fine curry as well as being open long hours 6 days a week.
I thought, after my early investigative visits to Grafton, that our usual Cafe Way of Life might be extremely limited on the Clarence but that was a needless worry. I have far more variety and far more pleasant venues here than I did on the Tweed and certainly on the Gold Coast. I am simply not your GC Woman.
Give me the EMPORIUM any day !
Or our WIDE RIVER CAFE just down the road in COLDSTREAM STREET. Lizzy and Mum make the pies. Andrew turns out a wicked COLD REMEDY juice and Sundays there will be music in the courtyard (as soon as the water dries up and the pavers can be laid). Next door Robin and the girls have their artwork and miscellaneous etceteras including beautiful ceramics.
One effect of so much wet is that I have become very familiar with the view from the back windows. Coldstream Street features some fine old fences. The Recreation ground is just beyond the one in the picture. Its been too inundated here to find out what happens at the Recreation ground in SMALL PARK. The park is not SMALL. Small was one of the first settlers on the Clarence and his name is on the Park.
The fence on the left is part of the COLDSTREAM STREET fencing network. I feel that I ought to know the name of this type of fencing. My father who was a carpenter of integrity would most certainly have explained it to me in years gone by. All I know is that I like the old wood and the shadows cast. This fence leads to home for me.
Had an email today from the CLARENCE and that’s an extract down below. We are planning to head down next week for the First of the MUSIC CAFES.
Due to popular demand the SOUTH GRAFTON MUSIC CAFE is
Look out for the last Thursday of each month starting 6.30pm.
Local muscians, dancers, singers and poets, in fact anyone that’s entertaining, is invited to perform at our relaxed and friendly South Grafton Emporium.
An entry fee of $3.00 (children under 18 free) includes a lucky door prize donated by the
Not for profit organisations and groups are invited to raise money, help on the door and run a raffle or 2. The door takings will be donated to the charity or group of the night.
There’ll be the usual fantastic food from Peter’s Emporium Cafe plus the Music Cafe Night’s Special such as a curry night at no more than $10.00. B.Y.O. bring your own glasses (a surcharge if Emporium glasses are used)
Come and enjoy this great evening, bring a crowd, book your special table if you want on 6643 3524 (Emporium Cafe) or 6643 3525 (South Grafton Emporium).
This night will be fabulous with a great audience and our talented local performers.
Izzy is off to his Unwork with the Salvos where, today, they deal with THE HIDDEN JOB MARKET. He seems quiet cheerful about it.
The bottom paddock is being slashed and I am going into a meeting in Coolangatta a little later. Qld time that is. The border is just over the far ridge of the Valley.
16 rescues off Gold Coast Beaches yesterday, so they tell me on COASTFM. The local ABC. Our plans continue towards the Clarence with all the attendant excitements and doubts. One thing I shall miss is COASTFM. I also suspect that mobile internet will be an issue. GPRS only I would think and perhaps not in the original abode which is being offered to us. The Residence looks – quite beautiful. In 100 acres. From there we can look about and get a better feel for what we’re planning.
I have been promised one lifelong communist and that makes the area look even more appealing. I don’t like a country where one cannot vote Communist or Socialist. I don’t even know that I want to vote for them but I do want to be able to do so. When the Greens are the furthest Left we get – I don’t feel so good.
I grew up a Carpenter’s daughter in Belmore. Granddaughter and Great Granddaughter of tramways men. Descended from servants and farm labourers, convicts and assisted emigrants. Then I arrived at adulthood amidst Vietnam War and all that came into being in the late 60s and early 70s – The last few decades haven’t fitted me very well at all.
As for today, the weather is back to normal. Cool and fresh and sweet. The Coucal is up near the Cottage, due to the slasher having disrupted his ground nesting home. I have another month or two of my NORTHERN BELLES Calendar Online to finish off and then I am going to town.
P.S. In Skinner Street, South Grafton is a cafe with a Bedouin Tent.
A few wet and wild days here as aresult of the slow moving Hamish. He sounds like my enlarged heart which apparently slogs around within my chest. She isn’t fast either but does wreak havoc at times. The beaches are closed on the SUNSHINE and the GOLD Coasts. I have not left the Hill to go and look but the TV shows storm eaten beaches and walls and homes perilously edge hanging. It hasn’t been unpleasant being at home. Now we wait to see what Hamish and Co are intending to do next.
They say people are now out surfing and that the weather is ‘improving’ as night comes approaching. They are expecting to stop calling him Cyclone tomorrow but Hamish has fooled them for quite a few days now. We will see. The surf comp down at Coolangatta has proved exciting. I know little about surfing. I do know that a Cyclone will not have stopped them. I used to attend a meeting in RAINBOW BAY SURF CLUB and the views stretched from the Bay all the way to Surfers’ Paradise. The lads would sit there paying attention to the business of the meeting but if the surf came good, their heads would come up , noses sniff the air, eyes open wider and they would slowly rise from their seats as if being called by an ancient Siren. Down the stairs and GONE !
I, myself, have only experienced that with FISHING. I do know that particular siren call.
There’s a cane toad in the Van and a Snake in the palm tree. Robbie told me last night that he saw more snakes last year in Hungary than he sees down here where we are renowned for them. He saw a snake take a wee fish in one of the Big Lakes. The biggest freshwater lake in Europe? I am an Untravelled person so I can’t be sure of its location but Robbie described it well. He is an artist, Robert is . Robert Todonai and he lives ina sandstone castle out near UKI. This is his art site. THE ART OF ROBERT TODONAI. He also told there are death adders up here. I hadn’t knnown that. I am not fond of death adders. Now that I look at the name -perhaps the poor things are maligned. He also told me that once on S.A a brown snake came UP their toilet. I don’t fancy that either.
Don told me that Bilambil Valley has more varieties of snakes than any other place in Australia. Hmm! http://todonaiart.com/
I now find that he has been given the honour of being named THE EARL OF LOCK. Robert suggested that if we leave the door of the Van open, the Cane Toad will exit of its own free will. We didn’t know it was there until Izzy had unpacked most of the gear for the gig. He adds it to the hazards of performing in the sub-tropics. Never, says he, has he been rained out of so many gigs as he has up here in the North of NSW. Drought ? What drought?
Luckily, just over the border, the forward thinking Queensland Government planted many drought resistant gardens. They’re doing well in the relentless, daily rain as is the desalination plant off Tugun and the LETS DRINK EACH OTHER’S WEE project in Toowoomba.
Here on the Hill, I shall lock the doors and windows and not allow myself out until I am able to guarantee my own behaviour. Could be a good long wait.
On a note of cheer, I have discovered the PLUOT. A cross between an apricot and a plum and the summer fruits which were not splendid at Xmastime are rather good now. CoastFM, Pluots and the Internet are a combination I can enjoy.
How’s that for a positive mental attitude? Lets see how long that can last into 2009. Okay then – looking for the good things. One week of sun, sand and salt suits my makeup very well. A fine treatment for depression. Throw in a true Summer Holiday with my son and his family and all is truly and deeply well in my world.
Ten things – good things and more than 10 by far.
In memory of Christian the lion and the people who love him.
Quote of the Day:
Men achieve a certain greatness unawares, when working to another aim.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
2008 – THE YEAR THAT WOZ.
I shall take a look at 10 things I did in 2008 and consider them. Then I shall take a look at 10 things I would like to do in 2009 and see what happens. Using Fotos as per usual.
Quote of the Day:
No mind is thoroughly well-organized that is deficient in a sense of humor.
–Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Quote of the Day:
Houses should be more like ovens. Self-insulating and self-cleaning!
(while cleaning room)
THE YEAR OF 2008 heads into the Christmas Furlong and an unfamiliar panic rises within the Soul. The Loo blocked up and re-fed unpleasant substances up through the drain holes in the bathroom. It has happened before but was no more pleasant than previously. We stuck the hose up the pipes and flushed Caustic Soda down the Pipes and after a bit the Clog of Unpleasant Substances broke free and sailed merrily down to the Septic Tank and all smells disinfected in the Bathroom. The Nerves are however RAGGED. Partially because the STAR WAGON is also clogged up. Down In Murwillmbah at Mr Whittle’s. It does not look like a hose of strong flowing water is going to have the same effect on the STAR WAGON. A Sense of Impending Doom is upon me and this time it is upon Izzy too which is rather disturbing. He has gone off to YESTERBEATS Rehearsal to regain his wits and I am not even attempting to regain mine. They are lost and far gone. Next we have the Partial Dos coming without prior notice to show “Prospects” over pre-sale of Property. No more naked swimming in the pool for me, I guess. I did obtain the $1000 Centrelink Gift which I did not expect to get. I paid the $82 fine for Dipping headlights at Oncoming Vehicles. Now the brief period of Wealth looks like dissolving into Automobile repairs and Relocation of HomeBase. Unemployment endures and is not restricted to just this PhD Candidate. Now an acquaintance Doctor is about to train as casual bus driver. I shall look for Meaningful Quotes and Associated Images to stay Calm and Serene. Breathe deeply 3 times and put a smile in your mind – they told me years ago in Sydney when affairs were messier by FAR.
THE SPIRITUAL BROWN PAPER BAG.
QUOTES AND IMAGES TO EASE THE HYPERVENTILATION.
One enormous project that has been underway at UQ and several other Halls of Academia is one by the name of AUSTLIT. The site tells us this:
I am not actually writing about them either. Not in any Intellectual manner. I am inclined to honour them instead for their baking abilities. Dr Djubal arrived at The Cottage on The Hill one fine day all the way from Brisbane and supposedly for a hard day’s work with Peter. He was, in fact, bringing SCONES. With cream and jam. The lads did appear to deal with some degree of business activity but the highlight was MORNING TEA. Peter is a BAGEL baker but failed to produce any on this occasion. BRAINY, BEAUTIFUL and gifted BAKERS.
THE CREATION OF THE ROSE’S 9TH BIRTHDAY CAKE.
Meanwhile – Back in BILAMBIL and the rain is also here as it was elsewhere. More like the SCOTTISH mists I have been reading of than sub-tropical Australia.
URALLA IN SEPTEMBER 2008
TODAY I pack. I have the BLACK WOLF travelling bag. Known to me as the PERFECT BAG. Kati B thought I would not actually be satisfied by a bag . I am however satisfied by the BLADERUNNER BLACK WOLF from Murwillumbah. I am not a natural traveller and PACKING is a complexity to me. So I get the BLACK WOLF down from the wardrobe top of the small cottage.
Izzy is packing the black bag on wheels which Kate passed on having inherited it from the Uncle. That bag might actually have travelled further than we have. He is also negotiating YESTERBEATS rehearsal with MIKE FISHER by phone. On MY phone. That was my birthday present. 3 black handsets with base stations. As good as the BLACK WOLF are the phones. I had a Uniden White Fone before that. Might even have been OFF WHITE – I bought it for Pauleen on Urliup Road years back. She didn’t want it and it remained with me. I disliked it very much. Things are now different.
The summer heat is here today which it hasn’t been. The rent is due to be paid and I actually have it intact. Didn’t even know it were pay week which isn’t something which has often happened to me.
As for the WILD COUNTRY TRAVELLIN - here’s a foto parade of images which come to mind for this NSW traveller. Haven’t been to Victoria since 1990 and that was a weekend in Lakes Entrance by coach to stay with the YOUNG LOVER. Haven’t crossed an Ocean nor even a sea. I have been to and lived in The ACT and in FNQ in the 1970s. I do however get a lot out of even a trip to GRAFTON. And ARMIDALE and SUNSHINE and KALANG and PORT MACQUARIE. I also feel thoroughly challenged. TO PACK ! Back to the foto images of WILD TRAVELLIN !
DRAT ! I like October. it always passes too swiftly for my taste and then I am into the bedlam which can be my summers. The wild winds have kept up for most of this springtime as they are today. Last weekend Izzy’s son and his new wife came to stay. The winds dropped and we set them up in the Art Gallery courtesy my DOS.(Discerning Owner). Iz had 3 gigs on the weekend which was not a bad arrangement for a first meeting with a 40 year old replicant son. Could have gone any which way, so it could – but it became a very emotionally delightful experience all round. Despite the shellback ticks and the snakes.
IZ has acquired a family of magpies who feast on our bagels and speak with him and wake us earlier than I intend to be awoken. It comes from all his years in Illawarra suburbs. I, myself, am many years on the Northern Rivers and Mid North Coast and well accustomed to BIRDS. I am fond of birds. Very fond in fact but do not share my bagels with them.
We battled our way into my birthday. I am 20 years out of relationship and bring minimal skillbase into being in one. At one stage we had planned a night in WADEVILLE with a party at Jiggi but matters of self esteem and mutual respect led to the plans being altered. We went to WADEVILLE a couple of days earlier and it is great place. http://www.kyogleweb.com.au/wadeville/index.htm WADEVILLE WOOLIES they call it with brand new accommodation for only $40 a night and LIVE MUSIC. We will be returning to show the Boss how to use his yAMAHA recording studio.
October then – hmm ! tense moments with PhD disputes and UOW. A tupperware party in Kalang. Train trips between Grafton,Urunga and Tweed Heads. Visits with kids in far off places. TOO MUCH WIND and an aching homesickness. Loyalty and steadfastness to which I am unaccustomed.
Tomorrow we launch into November with a visit to Dunoon and some very old friends. Well not that old but very longterm and plans for Grafton next week then south and west. A housewarming on Lake Macquarie and perhaps one on St Georges basin. November is to bring the Daughter back for early Xmas shopping. Its the Rose’s 9th birthday and a trip to Armidale is scheduled for week 3 of November. This time we might take the New England Highway and a brief look at family history . As for this last day of October , let the ghosts haunt. Let the zombies walk. I am tired and troubled and frightened far more by the tangible than the in.
FROM MELINDA KENDALL
Tired out and quite weary; sick of the strife
Of this hard, bitter war, this fierce battle of life,
I wandered about through wood and through brake,
Till I found myself near Bellambi Lake.
It is true that the heart its own bitterness knows;
What stranger will care for its throbs or its throes?
Indeed, it’s a solace to some when they try
To hug their own sorrows, when no one is nigh.
I thought of my loved ones that were, and are not,
When we stood all together on this very same spot.
It was well we knew nothing of what was in store,
‘Twould have marred all the joys in those gone days of yore.
I felt quite alone, like an old withered tree,
With a leaf scarcely left that might shelter a bee;
My boughs have been gradually lopped one by one;
Thus, despoiled of my branches, I stand here alone.
Now a murmur came up from the blue looming sea,
And the weirdlike Gobburras laughed loud on the tree;
While a glamour unearthly seemed stealing around,
And broke up the silence, before so profound.
A strange feeling came o’er me; I felt something near,
And the winds were all whispering loved names in my ear;
I started, and trembled, I looked round, afraid,
As I fancied a hand on my shoulder was laid.
Pale shadowy phantoms stood round me in tears,
I knew them – the ghosts of departed dead years;
Ah! yes, we were part of your substance, they said,
But despised and neglected from you we have fled.
Now we dwell in the limitless spaces,
Far away in the ether sublime,
Where is no upward or downward,
Nor record or limit to time.
I stood up and looked round, there was nought to be seen,
It was only a part of a hideous dream;
I looked down at my dog, and saw with surprise,
There were tears in his loving, pathetic brown eyes.
This thought gave me comfort – his friendship is true;
And the true friends we find in this world are but few;
We could not exist on this earth without some,
So the love of a dog is far better than none.
I turned to the mountain, ‘neath which stood my home;
To this ghoul-haunted lake, never more will I come.
My dog understood, and walked briskly behind,
So I shook of this glamour, threw care to the wind.
(Illawarra Mercury, September 6, 1884)
With 3 19th Century Blogs underway, I thought I would look for any mention of LYNNE. I am loosely including variants thereupon such as – obviously- LYNN. Mebbe a Lyn but probably not and – well- mebbe just LYNNE AND LYNN.
nellibell49’s 19th century blogs
While you are at it, try this site for excellent clip art : http://etc.usf.edu/clipart/sitemap/sitemap.htm
FLORIDA’S EDUCATIONAL TECHNOLOGY CLEARINGHOUSE it is. Graphics used here are from said site.
now for articles including LYNNE or LYNN from the NLA newspapers.
|2 splendid marine paintings were being auctioned. The artist was “LYNN”.
The Sydney Gazette and… Thursday 15 September 1842, page 3
POLICE OFFICE,-THIS DAY.
LYNN V. WADE AND JACKSON.
Mary Low, of Arthur-street, charged James Wade, and Joseph Jackson with committing a common assault upon her ; complaint dismissed, complainant not appearing.
( Who is Lynn ? )
The Courier (Hobart,… Friday 11 February 1853, page 3 : seems female complainants failed to appear on more than one occasion. Appearing might not have been a very safe path to take.
The Brisbane Courier Thursday 22 February 1866, page 1.
List of PERSONS NOMINATED for ASSISTED PAS-
Luby, Elizabeth … 22
Molloy, Margaret,. l8
Lynne just wasn’t big in the 1800s so far as I can see.
I shall try once more. There is the novel EAST LYNNE. The same author also wrote ANNE HEREFORD which was serialised in the Brisbane Courier in 1867.
Mind you, one correspondent to the Editor bemoaned the fact that the Brisbane School of Arts had such a trashy book on its shelves and had healthy suggestions for preventing the School of Arts from going under financially.
WIKIPEDIA calls it a sensation novel written by Mrs Henry Wood in 1861.
|AND AS A SURNAME from ancestry.com:
THIS week we go south again. Izzy has a Sunday with the Clarence River Conservatorium. We are heading to Kalang and then up to Armidale. In the meantime – here is the year in fotos so far. Well – a little.
I have chosen the PUZZLE from slide.com to see whether I can puzzle this one out. Grandchildren and Children HERE I COME !
IN fact yesterday wasn’t wet at all but today is. Not that we mind having sat up all night in Accident and Emergency in TWEED HOSPITAL. Izzy had had a turn so he had. An incident. Always an interesting experience to be sitting at night in hospital watching and waiting. Saw a lot of things there so I did. I did not however take a foto of any of it. Fortunately for me. Across the way from me was a young mother with her son of 10 years age or so. We had all been there for hours – anxious for our loved ones – chilled by the intermittent sweep of air conditioning and automatic opening doors. Tempted by the $1.60 Nescafe coffee machine or the rows of chocolate and chips and soft drinks.
Young Mother approaches TRIAGE counter – asks a simple question – Was that our names the doctor called ?
Assistant behind protective counter replied with “body language” clearly affronted by the Waiting Mother asking any question at all and a statement that doctor would see them in due course and that Young Mother was Rude. Young mother proceeded from her seat to TAKE FOTOS. The TAKING OF FOTOS led to 3 security men and one nursing unit manager appearing behind a second set of screens and all manner of precautions were put into place in case YOUNG MOTHER acted in a manner unbefitting a TWEED HOSPITAL waiting room.
So I am glad I kept the camera secreted in my Crumpler Travelling Bag.
Izzy was seen by a young American doctor dressed in American TV EMERGENCY ROOM uniform. name and details embroidered on the front and a caring, concerned attitude and a demand that Iz stay overnight lest he die or suffer a major disability. The young caring doctor wrote a covering letter to make it clear that we were leaving against his advice and if we did indeed perish – WE HAD BEEN WARNED – in writing. So we came on home and the large spider attempted to enter the Charade en route but failed. Iz slept in an upright position all night in case he DID A PERISH and morning arrived with us both still living and WET WEATHER here hours earlier than predicted.
One of the female doctors last night who was NOT in uniform, wore very high heels. She was tall as it was but added impressive inches to a night in the E.R.
We have had a good deal of wet weather here in Bilambil. 3 years or more I have been here and seen some fine WEATHER EVENTS. Today is one of them. The driving, flooding rains which give me Divine permission to STAY HOME. Even Vodafone is working like real broadband.
Its cold. The heater is on and the rain is falling and all is well. We have the new GOOGLE CHROME browser . Another BETA experience and a pleasure as are the NLA HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS. Time for afternoon repose and memories of other raining times.
Such as Izzy and Les outside the Bilambil Sports Club after the floods passed through.
Having recovered somewhat from my VODAFONE hysteria as I tried to open one simple page and the green light on the “GPRS we are paying $80 a month for high speed and not getting it” modem – I now acknowledge that SPRINGTIME has come here in BILAMBIL and the many ” irons in the fire ” are doing whatever it is that ” irons in the fire” do.
One reference says it has to do with the blacksmith trade. A skilled blacksmith has “a well-trained apprentice who maintains such control of the bellows and the placement of the irons that each is ready in turn at the anvil and hammer…’Too many irons in the fire’ would mark an inefficient smith or one with an unskilled apprentice. Figurative use of either saying takes us back only to the middle of the sixteenth century.” From “2107 Curious Word Origins, Sayings & Expressions from White Elephants to a Song and Dance” by Charles Earle Funk (Galahad Book, New York, 1993).
Ah. So we have a lot of irons in the fire. Hopefully not TOO many. Anyways some of them are getting really hot. So today we were in Southport at GRIFFITH UNIVERSITY interview rooms in AUSTRALIA FAIR. Interesting indeed. Eating in Cafe Moccacino looking out over the BROADWATER.
The next iron in the fire will take us south to LISMORE on THURSDAY. Giving me a nice variety of meetings as well. I DO like going to NEW places and unknown and doing things I have NEVER done before with people I have never done with them.
There is other MEGA BIG news which is not mine to make public. Then I am going to visit with my own kinfolk again. Cause I have had some mighty lonely lost times this year.
Today’s foto is –
The white house in the middle of the picture – well that’s where we live Izzy and me. Below us are 300 mango trees. Far behind is Mt Warning. The volcanic core of a caldera in Northern NSW. They say there are brown snaked out the back – down towards the Dell. I haven’t been down there.
There is a song on the COAST FM radio station here which I love. It says YOU PROMISED YOU’D BE HERE WHENEVER IT SNOWS.
I like it. There’s a slight drop in the temperature.
THURSDAY AFTERNOON and we are in the COTTAGE. THEY are rehearsing for GABI BLISS on SATURDAY.
THAT’S the poster. Been out sticking them up all over the place. Down at Panorama Plaza in the place of Rejection – Chick stuck ’em up and in bus shelters and on backs of loo doors because this weekend is the launch of REFLEXIONS. GABI BLISS is on the loose. Out on the FRONT PORCH with Evan on Lead, Izzy on bass and kazoo and Mike Fisher on drums. The Cottage sits on top of the Hill with the BILAMBIL VALLEY down there – amphitheatre like. Up here the new PA is set up. The DOS is out at lunch for the day. The Electric guitars are plugged in. Mike Fisher is here with his drums and the Final Rehearsal is on.
SATURDAY – BUDDHA BELLY CAFE AT UKI.
SEE YOU THERE.
With winds accompanying and some Rolheiser in me – about the choosing of loneliness. Quoting Nouwen and others. I am immersed still in the NATIONAL LIBRARY AUSTRALIA HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS. Doing a KENDALL search of 3300 articles which is boring despite locating further Kendallian crimes a la BASIL.
Today we are to lunch out down near TROPICAL FRUIT WORLD.
Now for a foto from the CD drawer on the right hand side of my desk and some from my WD PASSPORT. My spare hard drive of 80 gig.
I wish it had been otherwise
Sometimes Paradise is a prison of its very own. I have therefore included another August foto. This one is Kerry at Prindable Park in Bilambil. Kerry took very good care of me through some very hard times. She and her man brought me sustenance and helped move me from under the House at Tumbulgum where the spiders were as big as baby kittens and the flood waters rose.
We argued over two milkshakes at the New Leaf in Murwillumbah and haven’t been close since . Neither of us drank the milkshake either. I have the tapestry she made me right here beside me at my window in the Cottage. We did go to Prindable Park which was named after the family a Marian. The wee lady who loved me in the 1980s. I knew her in Sydney and she lived in Neutral Bay. Years later a I followed the threads of life I came to this place. Turned out to be her childhood home. Back when the ferry crossed the river and her father drove them sober in a cart with horses to Tumbulgum to shop and they drove him home drunk.