Tuesday 22 June 2021

Hooray! It Was The Shortest Day!

Yesterday, on the shortest day of the southern hemisphere year, the weather was bloody cold. By our standards, anyway. Earlier in the afternoon, the temperature struggled up to 10 degrees C (50 degrees F). With the wind chill factor, Weatherzone cheerfully alerted us that the great outdoors actually felt like 1 degree. Pitch black and just under 10 degrees at five minutes to six, apparently the sensation was akin to 4 degrees. Having shaken the sheets outside prior to the wash, I could verify that the air was definitely a tad nippy.

Here in Heavenly Beverley our extremes are between -2.0 and 46. As a result, we try to have a  northerly aspect in our homes, to greet the winter sun under the eaves and keep the summer blast furnace out. Those lucky enough to have heating and cooling can stay comfortable all year round. However, some of our housing only possess wood heating and maybe a fan or two for summer. If only anecdotally, I can confirm that Climate Change is alive and well here in Beverley. Our summers are not necessarily that much hotter, but the heat starts with a WHAM in October and generally doesn't let up until late March. And rainfall continues to be very temperamental. Until this winter, we only have had one other average or above average rainfall during the cooler months over the last ten years. Throughout the Wheatbelt, we are all praying to the rain gods. After a fantastic and early start to the growing season, all the joy could be undone if we do not continue to have the following cloudbursts. Frost and wind remain a clear and present danger. Farmers would have to be some of the bravest and most resilient people I know.

There was precious little winter sun to be had on the shortest day. The rain eased off mid-afternoon, but the grey skies and wicked southerly propelled me into five layers of clothing to take the Canine fools for a walk. I met Pat and Polly the fluffball on their walk and Pat was similarly attired. We saw nobody else crazy enough to venture out.

Between us, Michael and I tackled the indoors - vacuuming and then I washed the floors. We warmed up enough to actually turn the heating off. The house remained deliciously warm for sometime afterwards. After I cooked dinner - "comfort food" Shepherd's Pie - we cranked up the additional heating whilst we watched the Idiot Box. But the positive conclusion for yesterday was that although the early darkness won't be retreating soon, at least the days are not going to become any shorter from here on in until the summer solstice on 21 December.

I would be really pleased if somebody from the northern hemisphere could explain why the Americans consider 21 June - their longest day - to be the beginning of summer, rather than 1 June. Does the weather really not become summerly until mid June? Here, we tend to refer to the "Hot Weather" rather than summer as the date bears no semblance to the arrival of blistering days. And of course, in the Northwest, Top End and FNQ (Far North Queensland), they only have two seasons - the Wet and the Dry. This week, some of northern Western Australia may be scratching their heads as cool and rainy weather is currently sweeping across parts of the Pilbara. Very unseasonal - Climate Change again?

We are hoping that all this precipitation moves away over the next week. We are leaving on our next Northwest expedition in two weeks. We have organised a wonderful house sitter for the cats, our home and the garden. I am currently ploughing my way through creating an up-to-date hardcopy catalogue for the Gallery to leave with our volunteer artists. I plan to begin packing the caravan today. The dogs need to start their three month tick treatment tonight to counteract any nasty diseases they encounter in the tropics. Today's cold has galvanised us to long for the relative warmth and dry of Newman, Tom Price, Onslow, Point Samson and Marble Bar. Currently, at ten o'clock in the morning, I can report that the temperature is 8.8 degrees and going down, in spite of the brilliant sunshine. Brrr...

My endeavours in Digger, the caravan will continue, regardless of the weather. With the help of his heater, Digger can be very comfortable indeed. And when we return, in mid August, the weather may still be inclement, but the daylight hours will already be increasing. The worst of the dark will be behind us...

Sitting together at our computer desk with our morning cuppas, all is well in our world.


Winter in Heavenly Beverley...


Intrepid souls Jacinta (our tourism officer) and John (local legend) outside the Beverley Station Gallery...


Did somebody shout BELLOW yellow?



Street art by James Giddy of a curiously familiar animal!


Art Deco Town Hall


The splendour of Yenyening Lakes in winter...


Beverley Bakery and Cafe - yummy comfort food on cold days!


Here's looking at you...


Beverley Caravan Park on a foggy morning...


The Church of the Plough - St Paul's at Edwards Crossing...


First trip - winter 2018!


Lily and Digger together again!


On the road heading north...


Holding my nerve and steady as she goes...


And he's off!


Bye...


Fun for some family members in the Northwest...

And breathtaking scenery.




Sunday 13 June 2021

Always Expect The Unexpected In Heavenly Beverley!

Who would have thought? A prang on the main drag outside the Freemason's Tavern involving a Porsche and a Kia. At lunch time on a Sunday. When nobody drives above about 40 kilometres an hour down Vincent Street, except for the odd hoon. Hope the owner of the Porsche has good insurance...

Yesterday morning, we had a couple of near misses outside our home. A 4WD and caravan had parked on the left side of Anzac Lane, attending the public loos. A ute passed down the middle of the road, preparing to turn east on Anzac Lane behind our house. Another ute heading west on Anzac Lane was attempting to turn right into Jas' workshop opposite our house. We nearly had a demolition derby on the corner. Resplendent in my passion killer, I was throwing out a rubbish bag into the bin and witnessed the almost crash. Fortunately, all were driving at a snail's pace, so throwing out the anchor was not that much of a challenge.

Heavenly Beverley might gain the reputation of Hazardous Beverley with all this driving hoo-hah. We are at the time of year when Beverley is attracting dog trippers, weekend campers and Grey Nomads heading north as well as a veritable smorgasbord of local winter sports played on Saturdays and Sundays. Perhaps we should consider ourselves fortunate that we only have an occasional bingle. And maybe, in this hectic world, we sometimes need to take a deep breath, slow down and pay attention. 

A spectacular and memorable motoring disaster occurred when a rather inebriated chap exited the bottom pub, started his vehicle and failed to complete a right turn onto Vincent Street heading west. Instead, he mounted the kerb and ended up wedged in the window of a then vacant shop owned by Thrifty Link. Apparently, our local coppers had little difficulty nabbing him after the event.

A similar escapade nearly ruined the Mothers' Day lunch presented by the South Kolan pub, west of my brother's house near Bundaberg. Same situation. Somebody with a skinful was driving to the left of the pub, when for some inexplicable reason, he chose to drive through the locked doors of the pub and take out the entire dining room and the men's loos. Not to be chastened by such carnage, the lunch went ahead with tables set up outside and the gents having to share the ladies' toilets. Once again, I believe the culprit was easily apprehended.

The bashing of the Porsche by the Kia was loud and almost caused the Porsche to enter the front door of the Freemason's Tavern. The firies and ambos turned up, to clean the mess and check the health of the cars' occupants. Michael, as investigative reporter, was able to ascertain that the Porsche was to be carted away on the back of a truck. The Kia's removal has not transpired and it is cutting a rather lonely and disheveled figure next to the pub. I would suggest its restoration is not a sure thing...

This week, we are preparing to make our way down the hill to the Big Smoke, me to attend Alex's functional capacity assessment and Michael to undergo a gastroscopy. Given the timing of Michael's procedure, I will be driving us home in the dark. Today's traffic shenanigans have reminded me that I will need to have my wits about me and be prepared to take evasive action at a moment's notice!


Most prangs are not accidents...


They are events waiting to happen...


Particularly when inebriation is involved...


However, I think inattention was to blame today...


The Porsche's damage was perhaps, slightly less...





The Kia behind definitely looked more poorly...





The Porsche about to be trucked away...


Meanwhile at the South Kolan Pub in 2017...


This geezer had had a few too many...


Resulting in this catastrophe...


However, the publican managed to retain his sense of humour.


And this is what awaits us on Wednesday in the Big Smoke!







Thursday 10 June 2021

And A Great Time Was Had By All...

Winter wackiness, ahoy there! The East End Gallery's June Sundowner was a fabulous occasion, as per usual. Throw in a pirate theme, the open fire, the Gallery musos and heaps of good tucker and we had the ultimate recipe for success.

Honorable mentions -

  • to Mister Ron Elston for his outstanding contribution to the culinary feast. His stuffed potatoes are becoming legendary. And excellent to meet new lady Maggie.
  • to Mister Adam Ward for taking on the perilous role of security, attempting to toss out the stragglers at midnight. A sterling effort for a thankless job.
  • to newcomer Mizz Louise, one of RedSaxGuy's (David Sparrow's) crew who arrived in full regalia, along with her ukulele. Mister Red and Missus Seanne also took the theme to a high standard.
  • to Mizz Jan George and Mister Greg Burley, resplendent in their wonderful costumes and Jan's rendition of some new songs for this Sundowner.
  • to Mister Luke and Missus Lisa Blanch, who are becoming indispensable members of the East End Gallery gang.
  • to Mister Rodney Gibbs and Mizz Marianne Langerway for braving ascent of the Hills to join us.
  • to Miss Celeste Mouritzen, who always gives her hundred percent at the Sundowners.
  • to Mister Gary Schouten (one of Michael's oldest friends) and his lovely lady Michelle for becoming regular attendees of our Sundowners.
  • to Mister Lawrence Jones, for showing up, putting up, delivering great music time after time and giving Michael the opportunity to gasbag into the wee small hours. Lawrence Jones, you are a star!
Best excuse for their non-attendance -
  • to Missus Di and Mister Steve Mainwaring, who with partners in crime Mandy and Dave chose to abandon ship for an evening of cards at home!
There were many more guests who came and enjoyed the festivities and I thank each and every one of you all. The whole weekend was another triumph, in spite of the wintry weather. Friends Narelle, an exceptional intuitive artist who worked at the Artists Table on Sunday was accompanied by husband Brian, who had a welding playdate with Michael. After surviving the Sundowner, they were much more chipper than us upon the morn. However, after a slow start, Michael moved into his happy space, and under his tutelage, Brian produced a quite stunning first sculpture.

The long weekend provided further opportunities for encounters with our artists. Young Skye Steele has been creating cute little origami creatures and bookmarks and presented me with some for the Gallery. The marvellous Nada Murphy rocked into the Gallery on Monday, with her familiar feathered Akubra to swap some of her works and alas, take the remaining beautiful glass jewellery away. She reinforced her love for the Central Wheatbelt by summiting County Peak/Quajibin early in the morning, prior to arriving for coffee with us.

And so another Sundowner is done and dusted. We have two remaining for the year - Saturday 25 September and Saturday 11 December, which will be the Gallery's 7th birthday! 

Just proving again that dreams sometimes do come true...



Bob and Louise...


Security detail Adam...


Gary and Michelle...


First timer Maggie...


The divine Mizz George...


Michael, Louise, Seanne and Red/David...


Red with buddy...


The leader of this motley crew?


Musos in action...


Newcomer Louise...


Ron on drums with stalwart Lisa...


Jacinta and Skye...


Adam and Gem, who arrived as Pirated CDs...


The Sundowner fire...


At some stage early on Sunday morning...


Narelle at work in the Gallery...


Sundowner attendees Lawrence and another Brian the morning after...


Brian with his sculpture...


Brian's finished sculpture.