Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Melbourne trip part 1

Too many photos to put in one post.
And too many things to talk about.

So I'll be brief.

After our stop in Ballarat we spent a few days in Melbourne
with a small side trip to the snow
but more on that later.

I haven't been to Melbourne since about 1976 and was very excited to be there again.
We spent the first day exploring and getting our Melbourne legs.
And shopped.
A lot.

Next day met up with family and took in the Dreamworks exhibition.
And shopped.
And ate.
A lot.

Day 3 sister, daughter, niece and I went to the snow.
Where we played.
And shopped.
And ate.
A lot.

Day 4 consisted of eating, more exploring and finding an old friend.

Here are some touristy shots from the first couple of days.
When we walked and walked, crossed bridges, climbed aboard a very squashy tourist tram, lunched at Young and Jackson - just downstairs from where Chloe lives, and I got to say "meet you under the clocks"







 


Getting around was easy.
We were spoilt for choice when it came to transport.

 




We explored laneways and arcades.
And um shopped
a bit.....
And ate
a bit more...........




We explored again at night.
Looking at all the places with their party lights on.
And even the street art put on a show.
So much happening and so much to see.
We felt quite comfortable and safe walking around at night.  Something that doesn't happen in Sydney.





Melbourne, Victoria - July 2014

Thursday, September 11, 2014

A contrast in moods and sounds

A quiet drive through the Victorian countryside

Misty stillness outside.
Peaceful and surreal.





Sounds emanating from daughter's iPad in back seat.
Not so peaceful. 

Victoria - July 2014

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Tram ride

Shall we catch a tram into town?
Or possibly a picnic by the beach?




Rattle rattle clang clang


Smokers please use rear platform only,
and if you insist on riding the running boards it will set you back £20.




Ballarat Tramway Museum - Ballarat, Victoria - July 2014
First picture courtesy of Ballarat Tramway Museum website.

Monday, September 1, 2014

The town that gold built.

Time for a change of pace from the beachy, gardeny and templey photos.
In July I spent a couple of wet, windy and wonderful days in Ballarat.
A small town, but steeped in history and architectural wonderments.
I shall take you on a small tour, but first let's start with a little history lesson.

Ballarat was first named by a Scottish squatter, Archibald Yuille, who established the first European settlement in 1837.
His sheep run.
He called it Ballaarat, with the name apparently derived from local Wathaurong Aboriginal words for the area (balla arat thought to mean resting place), but personally I think he may have named it after the noisy sheep.

However soon there would be much more noise than 100 000 odd head of woolly animal.  Gold was discovered in 1851 and the Victorian gold rush of the 1850's and 1860's soon transformed the sleepy little sheep station into a major settlement.  Within months of the first sighting of the yellow stuff, approximately 20,000 migrants had rushed to the district.  Ballarat was different from many other gold rush boom towns in that the gold fields sustained remarkably high gold yields for decades.

The only armed rebellion in Australian history, the Eureka Rebellion, began in Ballarat, with the Battle of Eureka Stockade taking place on 3 December 1854 (in a nutshell, the miners had it up to their mining hats with unfair mining licence fees, police brutality, corrupt magistrates and basically having absolutely no rights or representation).  The rebellion's symbol, the Eureka Flag, is held at the Museum of Australian Democracy at Eureka.  But enough chit chat.  Lets look at some Boom Town architecture.

Come and explore with me................................

First stop Ballarat Town Hall.



Built in stages between 1868 and 1872, the design of this two storey classical revival building was the result of an architectural competition.   The building has a central clock and bell tower of two levels, and rather unusual end pavilions, featuring fan shaped glazing.  Later additions to the building were completed in 1912.
Part of the ground floor street frontage was rented out for commercial purposes which is rather unusual for a town hall.  The last major business there was the Commercial Bank Of Australia which vacated the premises in 1965, after being there for 97 years.
Beneath the building is the former police court and cells.  There is a "Trench Room" which occupies part of the former court room.  So called because it was there that parcels were assembled and dispatched to troops in the trenches in the first world war.
The interior was refurbished in 1996, however much of the original chambers and 1860's chamber furniture remain intact.


 Next stop, the old Post Office.


This gorgeous building is in an Italianate palazzo style which makes a nice contrast to the previous building.
It first opened in 1864, and a telegraph office and treasury were added in 1871.  Further offices and the clock tower were added in 1885, thus completing this magnificent structure.
It was my favourite building because it is so simple in design but yet so elegant.  I had a sudden strong urge to write long and flowery letters or to send an urgent telegraph - but alas - the building is now part of the University of Ballarat.

Got some gold to deposit?  
Well then, lets mosey next door to the Mining Exchange.


This beauty was built in the classical "Boom" style of the 1880's, and looking at it gives one a real sense of what the town was like during the gold rush (just try to picture it without the ute parked out front).  It was designed by a local architect, C. D. Figis who designed numerous other buildings in Ballarat.
The building comprises a two storey block of shops at the front and a large single storey exchange hall at the rear.  The magnificent bull nose, corrugated iron roofed verandah out the front (which brings forth memories of a wonderful old Queenslander style house I once lived in) was removed in 1964, but thankfully reinstated in 1986.
The former Mining Exchange building is of historical significance as it's one of only a few mining exchanges left in Australia, and provides a direct link to Ballarat's gold mining past.

Cold, hungry and tired after a day of digging?  Then off to the Old Colonists Hall you go.

This building was constructed between 1887 and 1889 on the site of the barracks and stables of the gold escort.  The Old Colonists Association was formed in 1869 to help elderly Victorians (as in people living in the state of Victoria, not because they were living in the Victorian age, which actually they were so one could say elderly Victorian Victorians, but then that would just cause more confusion in an already confusing time in history) in needy circumstances.
It's a two storey building with a symmetrical facade, designed in a Renaissance Revival style (who knew there could be so many architectural styles in one little Aussie town?)
The ground floor is now divided into shop fronts, and the central arched entrance provides access to the club rooms on the first floor.  Apparently there is an elaborate skylight and staircase in the entrance hall, and a billiard room at the rear with all original furniture, but I didn't have an opportunity to go inside.  Hopefully next time.

Lets take a break from all the hard work and catch a play.  I hear there's a good one at Her Majesty's Theatre.


One of the oldest continual working theatres in the country, Her Majesty's Theatre has been in operation since 1875 when it was called the Academy of Music.  In 1898 it was renamed Her Majesty's Theatre, and from 1966 to 1988 it was known as the South Street Memorial Theatre. What is it called now?  I really don't know.  But I'm assuming from the picture above it has reverted back to Her Majesty's.  The interior (which again I didn't have time to see) is said to be magnificent.  It has hosted many famous artists over the last century and a bit, including Dame Nellie Melba. 


After a day of sight seeing and listening to me waffle, you might need a stiff drink and a good lie down.
What better place than the Craig's Royal Hotel.  The finest boutique hotel in the colony.




This wonderful building is a mish mash of styles.  The original hotel opened in 1853 and has hosted poets, Princes and Prime Minsters.  The South wing was built in 1862 in the Italianate style, and the North wing was built in 1889-90 in the late boom style.  The cast iron porch entrance was added in 1901.  The interior (which I did get to see part of) is quite lush and I had an urge to climb those elegant stairs, and flop on a soft feather bed.  But I didn't.  I went back out into the rain for more exploring.


Outside I spied two wonderful old gas lamps and tried to get an artistic shot of one - and managed to include a toilet sign.  So much for artistic ability.


Extensive Googling informed me that the gas lamps were probably installed in the 1890's, are constructed of cast iron and glass with the name of the Craig's Royal Hotel at the top and are rare examples of privately funded lighting in a public thoroughfare.  So I wonder if they have always been associated with the hotel.

Well that's all for today.  Ballarat is a magic place and my tiny tour really doesn't do it justice.  Next time I visit I will spend more time exploring the history and buildings and maybe even go inside some of them........


Addit: Have just been informed by Mike Biles from A Bit About Britain (please visit his blog for very informative and extremely funny posts about British places of interest and history) that the town boasts a Ballarat botanical Bravehart monument.  Who knew?








Wednesday, August 27, 2014

A daughter's message


Nothing more needs to be said.


Coolum, Sunshine Coast - May 2014

Friday, August 22, 2014

Weekend dreams

The weekend is almost upon us, and while I'd rather be here.
.




Doing this,


In reality I will be catching up on the laundry,


Never mind.......


Coolum, Queensland Sunshine Coast - May 2014

Sunday, August 17, 2014

A small adventure

Come walk with me through golden leaves
We may even see an old friend



Hand in hand we'll run through long grass
until we reach land's end

 




Nan Tien Temple, Wollongong, April 2014
Coolum Beach, Sunshine Coast - May 2014


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

I have a secret......

I've found something amazing, come see!
Step carefully through the petal field and 
duck the sticky string
Carefully now.....


Shhh don't disturb the flowers while they're bathing.....

There now - a peaceful corner just for you.


Photos of my garden, March 2014




Thursday, August 7, 2014

Denture dilemmas

Ok
So
Last Tuesday I got braces.
And may I say
They are yet to impress me.
I'm in my 40's, (ok ok late 40's) and I have been putting up with my crooked teeth for most of my life.
Dodging cameras or trying to hide my lopsided nashers when I knew there was no way I was going to get out of the family portrait, wedding photo, birthday photo etc just became part of my life.
Then, when we were blessed with digital photography, I became really good at photoshoping the offending fangs or just deleting any images that couldn't be saved.
However, as I quickly gallump into my middle years, I find that the art of chewing my food is becoming a challenge. Actually it is impossible to chew on the left side of my mouth.
Part of me was happy to just chew on the right side for the rest of my life but the little voice of reason that resides somewhere in my brain told me that it was only going to get worse and if I didn't do something about it now then I was in for major work down the track.  I tried to drown the little blighter in alcohol but he kept talking - only with a slight slur.......................

After many months of dentist visits, orthodontist quotes and opinions and looking at different options, I came to the conclusion that the only thing that was not only going to make my pearly whites look photo worthy, but also correct my appalling bite, was braces.

So on Tuesday I finally bit the bullet (or rather train track) and got the horrid things fitted.
I was expecting the usual - teeth would be sore for a few days, I won't be able to eat certain things yadda yadda however..........

Apart from having the odd sensation of conflicting age milestones by applying my anti wrinkle cream at night before donning my reading glasses so I can see that I clean my braces properly, what I did not expect was excess dribble, the apparatus irritating the inside of my bottom lip causing ulcers and more dribble, and lisping!

Yes people - I now sound like Sylvester the pussycat.
And my job requires me to talk
a lot
to sometimes very anxious people.

On Wednesday the phone conversations went something like this:

Debs: Good morning Doctorth roomthss

Caller: Oh I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong number, is this the rooms of Dr.................?

Debs: Yethsss it ithss.

Caller: Oh, ok.  Do you have any appointments available for next week?

Debs: Yeth, we have Wednethday or Thaturday.  Which day is bethsst for you?

Caller: Sorry?

Debs: Would you like to come in on Wednethday or Thaturday!

Caller: I'm sorry, I think this is a bad line.  Did you say Wednesday or Saturday?

Debs: Yethssss.

Caller: Ok, could I come in Wednesday please?  Do you have any times available after lunch?

Debs: Yeth, we haf thwee thirty or thix pm.

Caller: What?

Debs: (sighing) Juthst one moment pleathe.  (Puts caller on hold and calls for one of the nursing staff.)

           Melitthhssa, can you take thithsss phone call, the perthson can't underthand me.

Melissa: What?

And so it goes on......

Thank goodness a medical rep came in that day and brought lunch for the doctors which saved me from trying to order a thsamon thsusthi.

And I did have the pleasure of telling one cheeky blighter that if he laughed again I would shower him with a sentence of severe S's.

Today I threw a thickie*...........


(*threw a sickie - Aussie slang for taking a day off work)


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

A sailor's woe

The sailor was troubled.
His Captain ordered him to find the Mermaid's pearl comb.
Or to die trying.
It was extremely rare, he said,
and possessed tremendous power.


With it he - The Captain - would rule the seven seas and become the Pirate King!
(and it would look fabulous in his curly wig)


The sailor staggered along miles of beach, looking for a sign of the mermaid.
He began to lose hope.
And then at last he spied her playing on the beach.


"My jeweled comb?" she said, "Why not?  Here take this one, I have a trunk full at home".



Coolum Beach, Queensland - May 2014

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