Tarpeena Tales
Canberra Slide Show Fishing Expedition Slideshow
Like most
Poms I enjoy a drive in the country so taking that to the extreme Nuran and I
drove over to see Jim and Angela (and their two dogs) in Queanbeyan. A mere
Saturday drive of some 1100 kilometres, passing through
Quenbeyan
is a satellite city of
The weather
was kind to us, sunshine every day, and being so close to
The first
day I decided to get me some education so we went to the National Library. This had too many books for me but it did have
a nice display, for idiots who didn’t want to read books, of some early stuff
from the discovery of
They had
Banks journal open too and his writing could be read as clearly today as then.
He was an educated man. He should have named the new place not Cook.
Fascinating to see 200 year old stuff though.
Anyway in
pursuit of more education we went to the National Gallery. Now this place is
full of pictures, some of them quite good. But that wasn’t all they had, they
had a section of Aboriginal art and part of that was a forest of didgeridoos
decorated in different styles.
None of them
were playable though as the security guard had no sense of fun. I had
previously learnt to play Jim’s harmonica in tune with Kippers howling and I
thought a humm on the didgeridoo would progress my musical talent but the guard
thought otherwise. The first picture we saw was Blue Poles and the next was of
a nude bloke who didn’t have a blue pole but was pretty well endowed and
circumcised. I didn’t notice the latter detail but Nuran did. He had three
naked sheilas fawning over him whom I noticed and Nuran didn’t. Funny how good
art means different things to different people ain’t it?
We wandered
around the art gallery for a long time and the guards wandered around with us,
I thought it must have been because of our didgeridoo experience but on
reflection it was probably Nuran carrying the camera around with her. We didn’t
see the “no photos” sign until we were leaving.
After lunch
we went to see Old Parliament House. I wanted to sack the Prime Minister on the
steps but Howard wasn’t there so it was a waste of time. Good view though from
the steps. Long may we say “God save the Queen for nothing will save the
Governor General etc….”
Great place
for history and historical things is
We went to
the War Memorial with Jim and Angela and David and Jacqueline (Angela’s brother
and sister). That was a moving experience; so many lives
lost so much hardship and largely so much outcome. The world is a better place
for their sacrifice but there may have been a better way.
The Sound
and Vision Library is great for old people who can remember black and white TV
and Number 96.The progress since TV and film and radio first started is amazing
and taken for granted nowadays. Brought back memories of when we were young
sitting in the lounge nursing babies and watching the box together. Now we just
watch the box together. Time flies.
Jim
promised us a fishing trip to a remote trout stream. The stream wasn’t that
remote but the way we took to get there was. Angela’s Suzuki has been to places
its designers have never dreamed of. It has climbed mountains where the only
vehicle before it has been a D4 dozer. Descended on tracks where a mountain
goat would need spikes to hold its footing and forded streams where the
clinging arms of monstrous blackberry plants threatened to engulf and halt our
progress.
Mind you
every track we took seemed to have a fallen tree impeding our path just before
our turnoff meaning a detour of some note or a locked gate at the end of it so
we couldn’t get to the river and detoured again. There was no warning sign
saying “only fools go down this hill in a Suzuki, most use parachutes”. So we
pressed on to the elusive stream.
It was
great adventure. And the scenery was magnificent.
We got to
the river but it was too late to fish so we took the bitumen road home. Next
time I think Jim is taking the long cut by the bitumen and not the shortcut via
the highest peak in the Brindabella ranges.
The
evenings were livened up with the help of Jim’s beer and darts. Jim’s beer is
in a keg system and very quaffable. Jim and David introduced me to a new game
of darts which involved getting three of everything. Towards the end I could
only see two of everything and they beat me. Not all the time just some of the
time.
Time flew
by quickly and the trip home here to Tarpeena proved easier than the going
over. We knew our way of out
I have
received a bit of education and spent some quality time with Jim and Angela
seen scenery I marvelled at and we want to go again.
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