Wednesday, 25 April 2018

Anzac Day In Our Small Town.

Anzac Day 2018  dawned  and as usual we  headed to town to watch the march along the street to the park and the following ceremony to pay honour to our Diggers.
Anzac Day honours all our heroic men and women  that  have fought and died in the many conflicts around the world over the last 100 years or so, it also celebrates the many brave men and women that thankfully made it home to their loved ones.
As Anzac day fell in the school holidays , a few of the students were unable to attend and the school was unable to find a drummer to accompany the marchers, so our wonderful school principal made the decision to man the drums himself.
The marchers were escorted  along the street by our local police officer,
After the march reached the park  everyone congregated at the  cenotaph  for the service  which was completely run by the local school students and principal.
A really good crowd as in attendance ,
Wreaths were laid on behalf of the Army, Navy,Air force, School students, local organizations and  private people.
At the conclusion of the service  many people milled around, some placing personal small tributes for family members onto the cenotaph.
I want to add my personal congratulations and thanks to the local school for  organizing this service and mostly I want to thank all those amazing brave soldiers that fought for the freedoms  and lifestyle that we so value today.
Earlier today another blogger that I follow   ahopefulnature.blogspot.com.au   posted about the remembrance poppies and it made me remember how my Mum  had  help make hundreds of crocheted red poppies that were to be used in mass displays.
I also  wanted to show this photo, my  very talented Sister in Law  made this red poppy mosiac on an old three piece  glass shower screen and today after taking my Mum to their local march and service brought her and her friends back to hers and my Brother's place and took this picture, Thankyou Pam.
My mum on the right will be 94 this year, my father who was a returned service man( as was his father)  died back in 1976 and mum has worked tirelessly over many.many years for the RSL ladies Auxiliary raising funds to help returned service men. My mum lives in Legacy accommodation, an organization set up after the war to  help support the widows and children of the servicemen who were  not fortunate enough to make it back home. They are a  fantastic  organization.
I am very proud of my parents,Dad  fought for our country, they both  worked hard, gave us a good community  and work ethic and raised a loving family.What more could anyone want.
So until we meet again,
Take care,
Cheers,
Jane and Brian.

Thursday, 12 April 2018

"The Ridge"

We  were ready for another break away and a few of Brian's family were gathering  out near Lightning Ridge at an opal mine that belongs to  one of the brothers'.
So we hooked our old caravan on and hit the road.
We headed up through Coonamble and Walgett where the  country becomes very flat,
We were not staying in town at Lightning Ridge itself so ,
we met Brian's brother at the turn off and then followed  him to the campsite as we hadn't been there before. It's been so terribly dry out this way  and the dust was evidence of this, but at least they didn't disappear as the plume of dust could be seen for kilometres.
The area around Lightning Ridge has a lunar landscape feeling about it, all these strange little white mounds of stones and soil where people have drilled holes to test for evidence of opal or have sunk some of the thousands of underground opal mines seeking their fortune.
I got quite a surprise when we got to the mine/camp site as it was on a much larger scale than I had imagined.
My brother in law had opted to mine in the open cut fashion instead of the traditional underground
style.
Brian  put the drone up while we were there and took some overhead pictures of the site as well.
From up high you can see all those little white heaps scattered all over the area.
He also took an aerial photo of our campsite and surrounding countryside.

Everything is big out there, I felt dwarfed by some of the machinery,

Brian had a ball, like a big kid in a giant sand pit playing with the big Tonka bulldozer and front end loader.
Each night we were at camp this group of feral  goats would  come to visit and we would see evidence that that they also would wander through the camp once we all retired to bed.
We had a great time with the family  that were in camp with us, living off the BBQ each night and sitting around chatting and catching up with all the family news since we were last together.
The camp was basic but fairly well equipped, we had  power throughout the day supplied from a big generator and then we would switch over to our battery power in the caravan overnight.
There was a work kitchen in a hut, a separate shower and toilet  with water supplied  from 3  X 1000 litre pods, filled by the boys from a nearby hot  artesian bore.
The boys worked hard each day, needing to take a break here and there( they are not as young as they used to be, and I love this photo of Brian's brother with his  dog Molly having a bit of down time.
After work they often opted to take their showers at one of the rustic hot artesian  that are scattered around the area.
The water  coming from these showers is really hot, nearly to the point of requiring  cold to be added.
We girls, the gang of sister's in law opted for another  place of relaxation.
There is a concrete tub out in the paddock , with a plug in the bottom and an overflow and once the tap is turned on pumps a continuous flow of wonderful  hot relaxing water.
Most afternoons just on dusk we could be found sitting, laughing and chatting in the hot water.
As the tub overflowed it ran along and into a stock dam where cattle came and drank their fill.
Here were beautiful birds there as well each evening, this galah that came back each time we were there and the other beautiful parrot which I think is a mallee ringneck.
We had a tour through an old abandoned farm/homestead/shearing shed. It hasn't had people living there for many years and it was wonderful to see it, It was the style of home that I have always loved.
The home had three very large long screen enclosed verandahs and I could just imagine spending a lot of time out there.
Off the kitchen was the most amazing walk in pantry and I  though about all my preserving jars and  about how good they would have looked in there.
The shearing shed was amazing, a 5 stand shed that immediately took me back to my childhood on the farm where I grew up and how I adored shearing time.

I especially loved the old Lister engine in the drive room that used to run all the overhead sharing equipment and the old stove that was in the kitchen of the old shearer's quarters.

We also went to town one morning , Easter is a really big  weekend in Lightning Ridge, with stalls and markets, piglet races and all sorts of events spread over the weekend to entertain the many visitors that flock to town. We  decided that to do it justice , we would return another time at Easter to take in all the activities on offer. We wandered a little and took the kids to the hot pools filled with naturally heated artesian water for a swim.
The men spent each day digging the earth and loading it into trucks and carting it to the washery where it was  dumped into a big hopper, passed up the conveyor belt and into the top wash plant where all the earth, clay and  rubbish is washed away from the stones,
After the bulk earth  is washed in the first high drum, it is then all transferred to the lower drum.
It is then released  down the shoot,
And then the search for the precious opal begins.
My sister in law and myself spent many hours  "playing" at the washery, we stood knee deep in liquid clay and stones and searched for that precious hit of colour, but alas all we found were a few chips. The one downside was the awful heat and the  horrible flies.....
  Brian also did a drone shot of the washery area.
The men did a lot of machine maintenance at night,
Opals truly are a thing of beauty, and it was fun  having a week up there looking for them, although we personally didn't find any valuable stones for the brother in law, we were shown some that had been found while we were there.
They are stunning, and I can understand why so many people have traveled to the Ridge and decided to stay there and make it their life's dream and work. Lightning Ridge  is full of many different people  from all countries and all walks of life, many eccentric and unusual people that have to be  seen to be believed. There are also many people that live in various locations all over Australia and just come to The Ridge a few weeks a year to work their small claims hoping to strike it rich, such is the pull of that elusive magnificent black opal of Lightning Ridge.
We had a wonderful "holiday" up at Lightning Ridge and Brian is already planning  for when he can go back to play in the  big sandpit again.
So until we meet again,
Take care of you and yours,
Cheers
Jane and Brian.