LINEUP FOR RALEIGH RUMBLING 27 JULY 2014.
NOVEMBER 11 2010.
I have several days at home to myself this weekend. The day is coming over clouded and just a little cool. Its 22 degrees C at the moment. Pleasant is the word.
Lets think about things. My brother gave me a map of the U.K for my 60th birthday. He got it from the British Museum and has labelled it with as many of the names and places of our ancestors as we so far know. We have a heritage based entirely in the U.K. and the last ancestor to come out to Australia did so way back in the 1850s. Quite a few of the families were from Britain’s most remote places. Highland Scots and Devon and Cornwall. There’s a clutch of convicts. Quite a large clutch. Another of ‘assisted emigrants’.
I framed it. Well, Izzy bought a frame in Sawtell and we framed the map and at the moment its resting on a cupboard while we look for wall space on which to hang it.
The Workers’ Cottage is colorbond. I think that’s what its called. Its not my favourite substance and has a bare nudity to it. This week, Iz dug a garden bed and planted some plants under our windows. Two of them are passionfruit vines which could go a little hectic. I bought them at Spring Plant Fair following a chat with a lady at Kethel’s stall. I wondered whether there had been something go wrong with passionfruit here on the North Coast. The reason I asked was the high price. $1 or more for one passionfruit.
She told me that passionfruit still grow wild and rum amok as they have done since the day of the outside loo. The pricing is entirely an artificial construct caused by Government regulations etc. We bring them in from Queensland. I didn’t even attempt to enter the mazed Govt reasoning. I just bought the vines. We will see what happens.
Now, Izzy has gone South to his son and grandchildren for the weekend. I have a phone call to make to my sister who is ill. My brother is in Paris and London for a fortnight. Next week, I plan Armidale for a grandchild’s 11th birthday.
And – in the meantime – in the meantime – home and the family in the Valley. Baby has now been swimming twice. Once in North Beach Pool and once in Bellingen Swim Centre. I thought it was just Bellingen Pool but discovered the fancy re-name. I haven’t been there since 1999 when I taught Urunga kids to swim there.
Bellingen Swim Centre was a good deal easier with one baby and her mum than it was with dozens of schoolkids. I was quite impressed. $3 entry and hot chips for sale. Irene had just finished her aquarobics class and there were lifeguards a plenty. Not quite Southbank but a lot of fun.
I believe that KEAN’S COACHES no longer service the Bellingen – Armidale route. Bummer because I liked their theme – WE ARE KEAN TO HAVE YOU TRAVEL WITH US.
I went to Coffs Jetty this week. Checking the Jetty Markets. They were on underneath the Shopping Centre which used to be called TREASURE ISLAND. Never underestimate the Power of Tacky in Tourism. There were also markets down Harbourside. That’s the one where Izzy and John Turbill played one Sunday.
We also went to lunch at Ocean Noir and took a look at kerry Penrose’s art exhibition and I ate Philadelphia Pie. I recommend doing that.
And I spent time with the boats and trawlers and shops.
Tuesday in the Cottage . Out the side, the farrier is attending to the horses and out the front, the plumber is trying to locate the break in the waterpipes. A bit later, the famers whose cattle are grazing in the bottom paddocks, are coming to graze them on the drive and do some mowing. The rain is holding off which is something it doesn’t do much of this year. The weekend was WET again and we had the Girls up from Down South.
Mary Oliver writes this poem. Wouldn’t say I am terribly fond of it but it has elements.
Mary Oliver – The Kingfisher
The kingfisher rises out of the black wave like a blue flower, in his beak he carries a silver leaf. I think this is the prettiest world--so long as you don't mind a little dying, how could there be a day in your whole life that doesn't have its splash of happiness? There are more fish than there are leaves on a thousand trees, and anyway the kingfisher wasn't born to think about it, or anything else. When the wave snaps shut over his blue head, the water remains water--hunger is the only story he has ever heard in his life that he could believe. I don't say he's right. Neither do I say he's wrong. Religiously he swallows the silver leaf with its broken red river, and with a rough and easy cry I couldn't rouse out of my thoughtful body if my life depended on it, he swings back over the bright sea to do the same thing, to do it (as I long to do something, anything) perfectly.
Mary Oliver is an American Poet so I shall search a little further and see what’s been written in Australia. I shall avoid Henry Kendall who haunts me mercilessly.
While I am looking for what I want, consider this from Facebook this morning. :
Northbank Community Garden: well this aint right!!!!there has been a spate of gear going missing from the northbank community gardens.This is a non profit group who work hard to provide the peopel of bellingen cheap oganic food straight from the garden. we dont expect much, IS AINT RIGHTnow people are thieving shit from our refuge.about a minute
Northbank Community Garden : 2 pair
ofbolt cutters worth about 50 each, a hand carved sign which was loving
carved and donated to the gardens by a local artist, as well as a few
other pieces. THIS AINT RIGHT!!!!!If any one has any clues tell me.lets helps each other live healthy organic live without this shit.
The Welsh Poet W.H. Davies runs lyrical. A touch of the Kendall inc the doss house lifsetyle.
The Kingfisher by William Henry Davies
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother’s name was Tears,
So runs it in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company with trees that weep.
Go you and, with such glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;
Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;
I also love a quiet place
That’s green, away from all mankind;
A lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.
Now to Gerald Manly Hopkins : I think I like this one better. it has a bite to it.
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.
Ok. I shall wrap up this Kingfisher diversion with the Kingfisher Journal and a poem by Wagoner.
The blunt big slate-blue dashing cockaded head
Cocked and the tapering thick of the bill
Sidelong for a black eye staring down
From the elm branch over the pool now poised
Exactly for this immediate movement diving
In a single wingflap wingfold plunging
Slapwash not quite all the way under
The swirling water and upward instantly
In a swerving spiral back to the good branch
With a fingerling catfish before the ripples
Have reached me sitting nearby to follow it
With a flip of a shake from crestfeathers to white
Bibcoker down the crawhatch suddenly
Seeing me and swooping away cackling
From the belt streaked rusty over the full belly.
The rains have passed for now. They say there’s lots of it in the West but for today its a Doonah Washing day. Plant re-potting day. Lying on front porch kind of day.
Its hard to find fault with a day like this – unless you’re a Year 12 student, of course, with exams starting this week. I am gloriously aged now and rapidly ageing into 61 Earth Years next week. That has some major side benefits which include sitting here on a day like this. with doonahs on the lines and fluffy towels and a lot of birds flying about. Cool feet on Tuscan influence floor tiles and one white rose blooming.
The new WINDOWS LIVE WRITER 2011 is available free of charge – a Blogger’s delight. I LOVE FREE things from the internet. Always have. Like FREE fonts. They say that people don’t appreciate FREE things and ‘things they haven’t earned’. That’s not true for me. I seriously appreciate free things. Along with millions of other people, now that I am sitting and thinking about that. Facebook appears to be doing just fine whereas the greed of NING is delivering its death blows.
I enjoy quite a few free programmes and apps. PHOTOSCAPE and SCRIBUS, GIMP and BLOGGER. WORDPRESS and IRFANVIEW. I LOVE the expertise and brilliance of the Innovators as well.
I potted a white rose today. That doesn’t sound much to the average potter, I suppose , but gardens and me, well we don’t get on. I like looking at them. Love eating from them , love perfumed gardens and ponds and statues. But I don’t like doing the gardening. Nonetheless, I have, today, potted a plant.
AFTER THE LONG WEEKEND.
A week ago the waterfowl came up form the bottom paddock. They’ve only done that once before since I’ve been living here so I haven’t been sure about what motivates them. I am guessing now that its to do with rain coming – because they surely did come – for the long weekend.
During the week, the BELLBOTTOM mag mentioned in an earlier post came out.. Its Maggie Quirk’s baby and looks good. Its also school holidays and the local kids are doing the things the local kids do. That was before the weekend when the rains came and the brink of flooding. After last year’s BIG floods, it takes a bit to freak people out and yet, at the same time, the edginess remains.
I hear he’s improving – physically he’s better than he’s been for a long time but brain trauma is a bit of an unknown..
Last night the river came over the bank at BELLINGER RIVER T0URIST PARK.
They seem to have emerged unscathed but the waters were up as they have been here. Hear tell the highway up north at Ulmarra has water on it as well which means that our old house down Coldstream Street will be sitting in its usual lake.
I looked up some NLA HISTORIC NEWSPAPER Stories as I do. This time I just entered – BELLINGEN OCTOBER - to see what has happened here in other Octobers. Try this one : ELEC The Courier-Mail Monday 30 October 1933,
It doesn’t have anything to do with anything in particular but it caught my eye.
I guess it could have been the story of the GLOBAL CARNIVAL if the police hadn’t evacuated them all out on the Saturday Night – leading to a cancellation of ALL Sunday acts etc. I haven’t seen the Showground since the rain started but it is legendary for Mud even without 1000s of campers and punters.
Back in 1954, there was some pretty good stuff showing at the Soldiers’ Memorial Theatre. Wish I could locate the 2 movies. I shall take a look online.
The Sydney Morning Herald. Wednesday 13 October 1954
And here is the Poster.
And here is THE BEAST poster.
I can read these newspapers time after time and wonder why I am bothering – and then comes a gem of an article like this one. Global Carnival might have thought they had trouble this weekend and we might think the Shire is a pretty exciting place but in 1935 – WOW.
This shot is the Perry Circus in 1920. We could do with some elephants based at the Showground and along the Pacific Highway. They might not go astray along Waterfall Way either.
Those images will sustain me nicely through the Day. From what I hear of the condition of the NEW Marx Hill ‘upgrade’ today, we could easily lose a load of lions in the Potholes.
One of the other things which tickles me at these wet times, is the advice for alternative routes – like – the PACIFIC HIGHWAY is blocked so take the NEW ENGLAND. That’s Radio Land advice I heard this week. Noone fills in the details of what the roads to get up to the NEW ENGLAND are like nor how long they are.
What doesn’t tickle my sense of humour is reading stories like this one in the CLARENCE DAILY EXAMINER. It would be so easy to take the Gwydir, the Waterfall Way , the Oxley, the Bruxner – any of them, without being at all prepared for the conditions especially in wet.
THIS MORNING AT RALEIGH WITHOUT A FOX IN SIGHT.
|SUNRISE 23 SEPTEMBER 2010||AT RALEIGH|
|THE WEE LORIKEET||OUT ON THE FOOTBRIDGE IN URUNGA|
Spring days at last. I do a lot better in Spring. The sun rises more brightly. The birds are more colourful. The footbridge extensions grow nearer to completion. The new cabins go in at BELLINGER RIVER TOURIST PARK. There is Vispassana at Bundagen and the little children are playing at the Mobile Playgroup.
Its the Spring Equinox and a full moon as well. AQUARIUS PAPERS.
The first ever ensuite cabin at the Bellinger River Tourist Park… I have just had a climb up and stood on the deck – the views are gorgeous!
THE EASTERN SPINEBILL OUT FRONT.
Its JAZZ Festival weekend in Bellingen and Markets tomorrow. Izzy is up north doing gigs at Harwood and South Grafton all weekend. And the gas cylinder which has lasted all winter has now run out. I had just showered – a mega shower – and washed my hair and henna-ed it and it lasted through that so, continuing with my BLOODY MARVELLOUS theme, I was able to say B.M. It could have been worse
It will mean a trip into Urunga tomorrow to book a new one from Hickey’s. Tomorrow is also voting. Best check with the Daughter and see where she wants to vote. Likely to be madness up at Bello with the Jazz and the markets on.
RALEIGH AUGUST 20 2010.
Its quiet here of a night. Just the lights of vehicles passing down on the road over the front paddock. Sometimes one turns up our drive. Signs of Winter’s passing are showing. The colours are warm. I haven’t seen it like this before. It must, I think, have been like this but now I am seeing it softly. Today was a gentle day. I shall take a look and see what the temps were. Ah ! 14-20 degrees celsius.
Yesterday, we ventured into Sawtell. That’s ‘just up the road. ‘ GOOGLE MAPS say its 22kms and 21 minutes but the roads must have altered, methinks because it doesn’t take us that long and doesn’t seem that far. Toormina which is a kind of offshoot of Sawtell features the nearest CENTRO shopping centre. in Woolworths and Coles etc.
And then, there is the Water. The creeks and the ocean and the Bath built in the rocks just a wee reminiscent of Maroubra and Bondi Days.
In my AT HOME ALONE TRAWLING THROUGH BLOGS, I just came across this site. Very Nice.
‘Kurungabaa’ is a Dharawal word for the Australian pelican, a handsome bird with a peculiar way of gliding low over the waves. We have chosen it to express respect for the Dharawal country where we love to surf, to celebrate the continuing culture of the Dharawal people, and to acknowledge the memory of the Dharawal people’s ancestors.
Kurungabaa is a not-for-profit volunteer publication, and is published bi-annually (June and December) as a hard copy by the generosity of subscribers and donors.
Kurungabaa publishes diverse genres including poetry, fiction, reflective and scholarly essays, memoirs, review essays, and interviews. Four pages each issue are made available for a photo essay or series of art reproductions by a single photographer or artist.
Emerging writers from coastlines around the world are encouraged to submit their work. Several pages will be dedicated to emerging authors in each issue. Editorial and writing assistance can be arranged, if requested.
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MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE SHIRE.
VIPASSANA MEDITATION RETREAT AT BUNDAGEN.
Look at the Kangaroo.
A meditative Roo.
BUNDAGEN is just over the way from the Cottage but in a different world entirely. Or perhaps just subtly.
Now I come across BERANGHI.
- The objects of the Co-operative are:-
1. To acquire land for the purpose of providing low cost rural housing for members.
- To promote the development of a community of artists, musicians, artisans and craftspeople
- To promote the production and disposal of agricultural products of members and other persons
- To promote the principles and methods of permaculture in agriculture and horticulture.
- To promote and encourage a community where members and families can become self sufficient
- To provide a setting where rural re-settlement in hamlets and village clusters can evolve.
- To preserve and protect flora and fauna on land for such purpose
- BY_LAW enacted 1999 states –
a) Dogs cats and firearms not permitted on the property
b) Physical violence, or threatened physical violence against any person or property shall be deemed conduct detrimental to the Co-op and be grounds for expulsion from the co-operative.
LINKS TO SAWTELL BLOGS.
LINKS TO URUNGA BLOGS ETC.
JULY 2010. WHICH HAS BOGGED DOWN TWICE.
Its my writing that has bogged down.
Its actually not a week long reflection. Its a reflection upon a long week. Last Friday I was at home. Living near to the ground as stated in the last post. Reason I like that is my difficulty with KNEES and therefore steps and stairs.
I have acquired the Black Cat. With a garden filled with birds I am even less inclined to feeling affection for a Cat than I usually am. However, Bill the Black Cat has moved in and I am calling him William. William the Conqueror for conquering a mass of my tabus in only 2 weeks.. It chills me to the bone to be behaving like an elderly cat woman.
Friday included curtains drawn and early darkness. Winter here is not savage and yet the emotions of Winter still slide across the Shire. One heater lit only at night is enough to warm the house. I have a huge lounge suite but have never mastered the Art Of Lounging. I have read widely on the topic. I have observed Loungers. I have practiced Lounging but I always find myself back at a window, sitting in an upright wooden chair in front of pen and journal, typewriter or blissfully these days – a laptop. UNLOUNGED. I even have recliners this time. and they haven’t touched the inner essence of the non-Lounger very deeply at all.
Now, I have located a Blog by the name of THE IDLER.
One more link to an Art of Lounging site and I shall return to the week.
I can do IDLE. Its not a bad theme for an old dropout and chronicler.
Saturday was the day for GROWERS’ MARKETS and the SAVE BELLINGEN HOSPITAL RALLY. I spent that day in the 3 generations of women outing mode I have come to enjoy with my daughter and her daughter. I went from Raleigh where I live in the Workers’ Cottage up around the North Bank Road to North Bellingen
I have said enough about the Rally for the moment so I shall leave it be with the Blitzwagon bringing up the rear of the procession.
I don’t engage easily with other people and have spent long periods in almost Eremitic Solitude. Now that I live with someone and mingle amongst, I take the Days Off to disengage. Bruised easily by other people said Old Flo in Bondi. That gave me Sunday at home and close to home. The Old Pacific Highway crosses the Raleigh Bridge not far from here.
Nov 1935 – Old Raleigh Bridge over Bellinger River at Raleigh.
One that I like best of all is of Swaggies waiting for the punt at Raleigh. The Year is not given.
That’s the NSW STATE LIBRARY with a rather sad new Logo.
I have been wondering when the Friesian Cow became so dominant in this area. My Mother, who spent a good bit of the war years in Bangalow, was an advocate of the Jersey cow as a milker and my memories as a child were of gentle brown cows. In 2010, the black and white Friesians are EVERYWHERE. There is an image on the NSW State Library link and the cows there don’t look Friesian to me.
Izzy had a gig at the Harwood Hotel last Saturday and stayed over at Woombah. I am throwing the names in for you to look up on yr Funk n Wagnall. Coming home he picked up a few things from Ulmarra. They included a box of handcrafted Chocolates from the Ulmarra Newsagency and included pre-ordered vegetable pies baked by Lizzie at WIDE RIVER CAFE. At the end of August, there will be a big opening of the new National Park at Nambucca.
The new Gaagal Wanggaan (South Beach) National Park is Aboriginal land that the Aboriginal people of the Nambucca Valley want to share with the rest of the community.
Lizzie’s brother, Andrew Hegedus, along with Izzy Foreal, Tony Rendell and renowned local drummer Keith Longman as well as Roy Geiger on guitar from Byron, are tentatively down as the band to perform at the end of August for the opening of Gaagal Wangaan. Looks good so it does.
Monday, we took off South to Port Macquarie where I have family. Its about a 1 1/2 hour drive. The trees are different and the town is different from where we are here. There are KOALAS in those trees. I believe there are koalas up behind us here but I have not seen one. My sister has seen Many Koalas down in Port. We stayed out at Lighthouse Beach. Me, I like the Old Core of Port Macquarie. Bit of a 19th century afficionado. They do however have camel rides on the beach at Lighthouse. I didn’t go the extra half kilometre to the Lighthouse and I didn’t ride on the Camels. I didn’t even see the Koalas. Seems i don’t see a lot of things.
After months during 2009 and the first half of 2010 of staying in overnight accommodations, we found ourselves back in a ‘CABIN’. Good value for $60 per night – ensuite. Nevertheless, it took me some gulps of sea air and a girding of the loins to enter yet another ‘container’ with the intention of sleeping an entire night in it. We had more serious business than overnight accommodations on our mind and knew we only needed ‘ a bed to sleep in’ but I surely do prefer a view of the river and boats and ships. Travelling on the XPT years back, a woman seated over the aisle described it as a ‘people carrier’. The Cabin was something similar except it wasn’t moving. Then again, perhaps there was something there that I wasn’t seeing.
I lay very still and slept all night. I had hoped a koala would wake me but none did. Next morning, I was out of there and back to the more important business of talking with my sister and her family.
Heading home with Cassandra in the back of the Starwagon, we stopped in at Fredo’s Pies in Frederickton. All manner of pies inc crocodile and camel. Cassandra is newly returned from 2 years in the U.K. living in Brixton.
Vegetarians all, Fredo’s has a wide selection for us as well as for the carnivorous.
Some of these stats look dodgy to me. How could yahoo possibly be dodgy ? They say Dorrigo’s coldest ever July temp was –3.2. Doesn’t sound right.
Wednesday brought the rains again. A lot of rain. A flat battery for the Starwagon and Day at Home. Suited me fine. Didn’t seem to suit the horses so well.
Wrapped the week up with a clear day and lunch at the Gelato Bar. Iz was off to Grafton for the Emporium Music Cafe Gig and I passed they day en Famille. All in all, an interesting week in the country.
HAPPY CAMPERS ALL OF US.
The Winter has brought the birds into the Garden. The Butcher Birds are coming in close and banging their beaks on the metal roof. Its their song that wakes me each morning .
I think its the PIED BUTCHER BIRD we have here.
From Australian Bush Poets Association we have the BUTCHERBIRDS’ SONG.
See also –
They haven’t come near the Cottage but flock down near the Dam. In Urunga, they mass in the school playground and around the shops. During the weekend before last I watched 4 Human Beings cross the road at random while one Ibis neatly strutted across the Pedestrian Crossing.
It is the First Winter for the little Earth Ox. There are therefore many things to show her.
THE SATIN BOWER BIRDS ON THE FRONT LAWN
Took a trip down to Macksville last Wednesday. It was one cold and gloomy week but Macksville proved to be a treat. It now has some elite and some exotic shops. I personally fancied ROB the Barber who also does LADIES HAIRDRESSING. The COOP had a 50% sale on its kitchen Goods. They were more exclusive even than Bello’s range. Some good retro shops a la Ulmarra style and 2 top quality babywear shops. Not at all what I expected from a town that was once somewhat less than ‘sophisticated”.
MACKSVILLE SHOPS AND BRIDGE.
Two fruit stalls remain on the Pacific Highway between Macksville and Nambucca and we stopped in there. Best score was a jar of locally made jam. Almond and Apricot I think it was and the range was Huge.
On the way back, we took a turn into Third Headland. It was a bit frosty for the beach as far as swimming etc. Once, years back, we found a lobster walking along the beach there and it was as long as our baby son – at the time.
That sky pretty much sums up last week. Grey and cold. Weather for babies to stay inside with gas heaters and snuggly clothes. Weather in which I dream of sub tropics and tents on the beach. Weather for my Baxter Boots and the last cardigan hand knitted by my mother. Its almost done in is that cardigan and perhaps 20 years or more old but I feel far better in it on weeks like this one than I do in other clothes.
I am short. That means Low Lines. I now have one on the side porch. A Low Line.
I have a Victorian Visitor who was explaining a few things about kookaburras and their family groups.
I like this particular bird. He sits perfectly still at front even when I come close. Morning Gooburra.
Clouds have passed over again. Its a bit muddy and my memory about a life lived in gumboots makes sense.
I am in a mental Laze at the moment so I shall simply check links to other sites and see what they have to offer us. Might rummage around my Online Photo Shoebox as well. Perhaps I shall emerge with some intelligence or inspiration or a combination of both. Izzy is attempting to fit new strings to his bass. He chose to order online from the U.S.A. and has ended up chopping big quantities off the ends because they sent long necks and they have glitchzes in them. So much for convenience and saving money.
We have been fitting baby car seats to the StarWagon. Bizarre contrivances those. Lunched at HearthFire today and shopped in the IGA which is proudly boasting no PLASTIC BAGS – except for fruit and the usual product wrappings AND vast quantities of cardboard boxes and paying 20 cents per potato fibre bag which feels very much like the bags we were using up north for free. I guess I am in one of my not amused with the 21st Century moods.
So I shall just meander somewhat.
One blogger has done some bird shots in the Bello area. That was around about this time last year.
I have been able to get some pics of the birds which live here with me. I have my trusty little Fujifilm camera which I was given for my 60th and a yard filled with trees. Up on the Clarence where I was living in 2009, I saw brolgas – a thing I had never experienced before and which remains to me , a PERFECTION in my life. Jabirus were along the Coldstream. Remarkable stuff.
Now I am back on the Bellinger and attuning my eyes and mind to finer details. I shall add a few of the bird pictures I have here. I have little idea what noises they make and have referred to my brother-in-law for identification of the images. Once again I hold high the Libran Banner I found online once – LIBRA – INTELLIGENT BUT SHALLOW. Damned if I know how I can have lived here so long and missed so many subtleties.
|KING PARROT||SUPERB BLUE FAIRY WREN|
SIXTYEYES HAS A GOODLY NUMBER OF MY BIRD SIGHTINGS – BUT I DON’T HAVE VERY INTELLIGENT COMMENTARIES TO GO WITH THEM.
Ok then – next on my net sitings.
Some FLICKR shots from 2008. They say Misty Glen and Bellingen. I am not sure where they are but the photos are good.
BIKELYs have a map of the Coramba Bike Path.
Two species of freshwater turtle coexist in the Bellinger River: Elseya georgesi is common but limited to the Bellinger River, whereas Emydura macquarii is widespread but rare in the Bellinger River. The Bellinger River population of E. macquarii has been proposed as a distinct subspecies, so it may be endangered. Survivorship, fecundity, growth, size and age were determined for El. georgesi and the finite rate of increase (λ) was estimated by a life-table analysis using mark–recapture data from surveys between 1988 and 2004. These parameters were compared with those of well studied populations of E. macquarii to assess whether modelling the demographic parameters of El. georgesi could serve as a surrogate for estimating the influences of these demographic parameters on λ in the Bellinger River population of E. macquarii. We estimated that ~4500 El. georgesi inhabit the study area and, despite a size distribution strongly biased towards large individuals, the population is increasing (λ = 1.15) in the best-case scenario, or slightly decreasing (λ = 0.96) in the worst-case scenario. Comparing El. georgesi with E. macquarii from the Bellinger River and elsewhere suggests that E. macquarii grows faster, attains greater maximum size, has a greater clutch size and a higher fecundity than El. georgesi. Hence, El. georgesi does not serve as a good surrogate to determine demographic influences on λ in E. macquarii.
This Doc is written earlier but has good graphics and probably better detail.
|PALMS IN BELLINGEN||
SOUTH AMERICAN GIRLS AT M.M.’s GIG AT INFUSIONS CAFE IN JUNE 2010.
In 1912, A geography of NSW was written. GEOGRAPHY OF NEW SOUTH WALES.
Bellingen was mentioned in it 8 times. Well, the Bellinger. Here’s a sample.
The Macleay Range quits the New England Range a few miles north of Guyra and runs towards the coast for about 80 miles, forming a watershed between the basins of the Clarence on the north, and the Macleay on the south. It consists of a tangle of terrifying sunless gulches, winding through wild precipitous granite masses and basaltic ridges, whose sides are clad with dense forests and wreath- ing jungle. Its chief elevation is Chandler’s Peak which towers about 5,130 feet above sea-level. A spur from the Macleay Range, called the Snowy Mountain, runs south-east to Trial Bay, forming the western boundary of the Bellinger basin and the western and southern boundaries of the Nambucca basin.
RIVERS OF EASTERN SLOPE. 85 The Bellinger (60 miles), and the Nambucca are two small rivers about nine miles apart between the Clarence and Macleay. Both have their source in the North Coast Range. Ironbark railway sleepers, tallow- wood, box, and other timbers, together with butter, potatoes, and maize, are the chief products of the surrounding districts, but the nature of the entrance to each of these streams confines the shipping to vessels of small tonnage. The Nambucca is navigable for vessels of light draught as far as Bowraville, 30 miles from the sea, and its chief tributaries are Taylor’s Arm and Algomera Creek. The primary feeder of the Bellinger is called the South Arm.
|HOUSE NEAR PIG PEN BEND||FRIESIAN CATTLE AT RALEIGH|
"Official year book of New South Wales" 1905-1906.
The district drained by the Bellinger and Nambucca Rivers, two small streams, each about 40 miles in length, is rich in agriculture and timber resources, but the nature of the entrances is such that only small vessels trade there.
POPULATION OF BELLINGEN AS PART OF THE MACLEAY DISTRICT.
When the previous census was taken in 1871, Bellingen did not number 100 people and was therefore not listed at all.
The INTERNET ARCHIVE has retrieved many texts from American Libraries. I have found some texts on Australian Matters which I have not been able to locate through Australian Sources. Well worth a search through.
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Its cool and clouded today. Check the WillyWeather. 15 degrees C in late afternoon with a 2 metre high tide at midnight tonight.
The Drift Racing is on up the road at RALEIGH RACEWAY. There have been cars coming and going past here all day and occasional roars of engine and tyres over the ridge.
I was down at Raleigh Hall this morning and the Winery was open again. I don’t, myself, drink – it is a good thing to see the doors open again. Its been a hard year for many of us so far.
The cosmic cross is going nutso. I was reading RICO on the subject today. No idea who Rico is but it made sense to me.
The cattle were off the driveway today but the big herd of Friesians was in the paddock on Valery Road. I am rather fond of the Friesian nowadays despite being raised as a Jersey Girl.
Something about the patterns fascinates me. That and their daring, unnatural colouring in green paddocks with mountains and skies and trees – all greens and blues and browns – then the dashing B&W of the cattle.
I did my Tip Visit. Cheerful spot on wet Sundays. We donated 2 vacuum cleaners to the ecohouse. Then I went looking for oddments. Artefacts – that’s what I was seeking. I didn’t find any that I wanted. There WAS a full kitchen in there and I came away with an $11 wooden staff (to carry the failing knees) and some carpet squares. We disposed of the small amount of household rubbish we create and headed into Urunga.
Today for me is a Sunday which deserves words better than I can find to offer to it.
Headed into Urunga which has two supermarkets and outside the Spar was a fire brigade truck doing something odd with a 4 wheel drive. It caught my attention. Seemed to be an interstate 4 wheel drive and there seemed to be smoke coming out.
A goodly few firemen were involved in the procedure. It brought kittens to my mind. Kittens stuck in narrow and dark places.
I left them to it and took a stroll through the OceanView Hotel. Fine building it is, the Oceanview. Mark Easton was setting up for his afternoon of music and the fire was burning.
That just about did this gloomy Sunday. Home and heater and the search for the words I need. Clouds are coming back over and its dark before sunset. Or nightfall.
In the NATIONAL LIBRARY of AUSTRALIA HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS ON SITE, There is a projection of planned Railway Networks. They would have linked EAST/WEST as well as North South. Sadly, it hasn’t happened.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Monday 27 January 1908, page 4 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article14933273
Way back in 1954, Bellingen was already being dominated by Coffs Harbour in certain areas.
MORE BELLINGEN SNIPPETS FROM NLA.
Red Cedar Now A New Currency
The Sydney Morning Herald… Saturday 1 November 1947
The Sydney Morning Herald… Saturday 2 October 1954
|The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Tuesday 23 February 1954, page 7, 8 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article18411431||
THE LONG ROAD
Christmastime 2009, I stayed the night at Repton Caravan Park , now known as BELLINGER RIVER TOURIST PARK.
I saw a kingfisher while I was there. I hadn’t seen one on the loose before. On this return to the Valley, I am consciously looking through Other Eyes. Looking for the small things. A kingfisher is a very small thing. My sister’s totem animal. As for me, I like the kookaburra. They are all about me at Raleigh. One sits on its branch in its tree out front for a goodly part of the day and feasts in the paddock. Its not interested in OUR food. Has enough of its own.
Years back, in the 70s, I had the house out at Hungry Head just before the turnoff to the beach and the Kookaburra used to come and knock on the window with its beak to be fed. I think it was Old Mr Raymond’s House. That was before electricity or sewage was out there. We had gas lamps and a kero fridge and some setup with the tank which required climbing up a ladder and doing something with the little tank to get the water flowing.
MOUZA’S WHERE YET ANOTHER BANK ONCE STOOD.
I woke this morning to grey skies and a hanging rain. I think most of the North Coast is still suffering from Post Flood Stress Disorder. I know that I am. Today doesn’t actually feature much rain. Just chilly and dark.
I found this site about the PACIFIC HIGHWAY. Add that to the disorders I am familiar with after years in the SHIRE. That’s FLOODS and PACIFIC HIGHWAY. Some more historical phobias are likely to arise as time passes. Returning at the age of 60, I have them all up for challenge. I am attempting to come back open minded and willing to explore as if I had never been jaded here before.
Check this link for the details of the PACIFIC HIGHWAY DEVELOPMENTS.
Whoever made the PACIFIC HIGHWAY site seems to have travelled and photographed the whole length from Hexham to Tweed and fills in the history. The Urunga Section has a photo of the bridge being built over the Kalang.
YESTERDAY WHEN THE SKY WAS BLUE.
On the BELLIGENWEB sites, There is a HANLY FAMILY Page which has some local parish maps and anecdotes about Bellingen History.
15 MAY 2010 : BELLINGEN ANNUAL SHOW IS ON.
The 120th Bellingen Show
Saturday 15th and Sunday 16th May 2010
Mantova 8th May 2010
Sitting here on a wet day with the air growing cooler and cooler, its a good time for looking through the Net. One of the things I have noticed since returning to the Shire is the Closure of most of the caravan parks. Brigalow and Gundamain, Urunga Waters and Cedar in Bellingen – they are all gone and present a neglected and overgrown appearance.
I wonder what effect these closures will have on tourism. Bellingen caters well for the B& B type traveller but the loss of the caravan parks means the loss of icons, of people with less to spend on their accommodation, of people who choose camping as a decided preference. What is the Council thinking ?
When I was a child, Hungry Head was also a camping ground. I once received a handkerchief from a hermit who lived out there under the edge of the cliff. I was fascinated by him. Looking back, my Dad kept a close eye on things but I loved him.
Hungry Head featured a kiosk and cabins and caravans and camping in where there is now just a mass of scrub. We spent some good times there in the early 1970s with campfires burning.
The Damn Dam
The Greener Grass
Time to hang out the washing. I have a line which has been strung between trees. I think it was hung by someone considerably taller than I am. I have trouble reaching up to hang clothes on it.
Today, I shall simply hang them on the airer and put it out in the sunshine on the verandah. The Cottage has verandahs on all sides and I am in my well-loved indoor/outdoor living. Ground level – because I now have knees which baulk at stairs.
We have a click clack bed on the side verandah. The HEALING CENTRE in William Street, Bellingen has one too. OK for sitting on but they bring back bad memories of nights away when I was young. Day n Nites we used to be put on. They generally seemed comfortable when I first went to bed but sometime after turning out the lights, the discomfort would start. The click-clack I have now is mortally uncomfortable in broad daylight and I don’t offer it to anyone for sleeping.
The day has turned into a lot of bull. The Charade is registerable. Looks Good. Ken Koala did the rust and its a fine job. Navin’s did the rest and I am surely home because although it was costly, the Urunga generosity was in place and the work has eliminated a noise that has had me freaked for a long time- someplace in the steering it was. . The exhaust pipe is a grand looking affair. For years now it has had a piece of pipe stuck up it from Motor Bike Chris at Currumbin. It worked well but was inelegant.
The Bull kicked in when I tried the various RTA online and phone services and the use of the PO for paying the Green Slip. I am not even going to write about it. After weeks of wrassling with Telstra, I don’t have the wherewithal for another wrassle and will obediently wait for tomorrow, get a lift to the RTA in Nambucca and hand over hard copy. A lot of Bull !
I don’t have an office space here due to its being a much smaller house than Ulmarra. I DO have a fine table and many windows and sliding doors with the option of working outside as well. The lounge room is set up as an actual lounge room which is novel for me. Lounging is NOT my forte.
THE ‘OFFICE’ SPACE AKA DINING ROOM
I am, therefore, at home. This time, the Charade is also at home but I dare not drive it till I have that Rego stamped. Izzy has gone North again to the Music Jam Night. I am considering booking a table for the BELLINGEN GOLD CLUB Saturday night where a Jug Band is playing. Its the Bellingen Jazz Club putting this one on. http://www.midcoast.com.au/~belljazz/
Izzy used to play the Murwillumbah Jazz Club and he also played with SCRUBBY PETE HURCOMBE at the AUSTRALIAN JAZZ CONVENTION in Lismore a year or so back.
The Golf Club appears to have an eaterie called THE FAIRWAY BISTRO. Australian, Chinese and Asian meals, it says. OK. Years back, the Bellingen RSL moved itself down to the Golf Club from where it had been longtime up near the Commonwealth Bank. The Bank is now AFFIRMATIONS. I just checked their site. Affirmations came to Bellingen in 1987 and I went off to Sydney that year for a 7 year stint. That explains my not knowing who they were or when they started.
Where the RSL Club once was is now DIGGERS TAVERN. They have a large bottle shop underneath and upstairs where there once was an auditorium, The Sheridans have put in Motel Type rooms. I had occasion to stay there 4-5 times this Summer and they were pretty good. Great Move that one was, Fred. Diggers’ has good eating and bingo and entertainment as well as the rooms which are quiet, ultra modern and $90 per night.
I have posted another picture of a GuruFoods meal. a) because its delcious b) because its enironmentally aware and has a code of ethics c) being vegetarian, we don’t have to think twice and three times nor negotiate the meals and d) I LOVE the Guru Girls. e) Its Zaf’s favourite. Mind you, she also likes HEARTHFIRE.
P.S. The Poetry Night is to held there this month as well. BARDS OF BELLO.
Right now we are in Autumn.
“ I disliked the Autumn because I was afraid of the Winter”.
2010 seems a good year to enjoy the Autumn. The shadows are long and soft. The temperature at Raleigh at 4.44 pm. is 22 degrees Celsius.