Sunday 29 May 2022

Nothing Dumb About Dumbleyung

 After what seems an absolute age since our visit there, I am finally going to write about our overnight stay in Dumbleyung with artist Kerry Scally and her partner Don. Kerry is a multi award winning artist, whose talents cross genres and media. After living all over Australia, in most states, Kerry and Don decided to settle back in Dumbleyung, which has been Kerry's childhood stamping ground. They have owned two houses on Dumbleyung's main drag, Absolon Street and Kerry's Studio is behind their current home. After reading my "expose" of this charming little town, I suggest turning your vehicle of choice south east of Perth and heading to Dumbleyung for a couple of days, including Kerry's art studio in your visit.

Dumbleyung is 270 kilometres south east of Perth, nestled in prime wheat and sheep country. Amongst other towns, Wagin is west, Katanning to the south, Corrigin to the north and Lake Grace to the east. All these places have artists or artisans working on their craft, sharing their knowledge and encouraging each other in their efforts.  The country is pretty and will now become prettier as winter rains progressively increase.

Michael used to travel to Dumbleyung for the Black Duck Rides when he rode motorbikes. I had never been. I knew that Lake Dumbleyung had enjoyed five minutes of fame when Donald Campbell drove his Bluebird K7, a jet hydroplane, across the surface of the lake very fast indeed. And I was aware that Facebook buddy and artist Kerry also lived in Dumbleyung and I had wanted to visit her studio for quite some time.

Thus, we set out from Station House on a sunny Monday afternoon, having left all the menagerie in Paula's capable and loving hands. We deliberately chose back roads, as we wanted to drive through unfamiliar territory. All was going swimmingly until we entered the Wheatbelt's version of the Bermuda Triangle somewhere between Toolibin and Tincurrin. Where? Exactly! After much gnashing of teeth and a bit of map reading,  we eventually worked out where we were, without the services of Google (no signal) and headed in the correct direction. 

Arriving in Dumbleyung right on dusk, we could not, unfortunately, explore our destination that day. Instead, we located Kerry and Don's house where we were welcomed with open arms. After unloading Lily for the essentials of our stay, we set out for the only pub in town, the Grande Olde Dumbleyung Inn or the GODI.

The pub was warm and inviting inside thanks to the crackling open fire. We had a thoroughly enjoyable dinner with wonderful conversation. Don and Kerry are both born story-tellers and their narrative of their lives together was both touching and hilarious. We retired back to their home and stayed up, sipping port as an assured guarantee of keeping the night's chill at bay.

A glorious morning awaited us as we rose to a cooked breakfast served by chef  Don. Kerry was already in her studio. We had sampled the delights of her artwork the evening before, choosing several stunning, eclectic and intriguing artworks. As we entered her studio and bid her good morning, Kerry was lovingly wrapping her treasures that were destined to represent her in the East End Gallery.

Somewhat reluctantly leaving their hospitality, we waved goodbye to Don and Kerry and drove a short distance on Absolon Street to the Bluebird display. Once parked and on our feet, I discovered that my understanding of Donald Campbell's life and achievements was woefully incomplete.

This was a bloke who loved speed. And breaking records, possibly in competition with his late father, Malcolm Campbell. During 1964, he completed a feat that had never been achieved previously. He broke the land speed record at Lake Eyre in July and then, on Lake Dumbleyung, he broke the water speed record on the last day of the year. His land speed record in his wheel driven car on Lake Eyre stood until 2001.

Donald Campbell was a restless and superstitious chap, married three times and had one child, daughter Gina. He died, attempting a final water speed record on Coniston Water in the Lakes District of  England on 4 January 1967. 

Dumbleyung hatched a plan to reinforce those heady days of 1964. A replica of Bluebird K7 was completed just before the fiftieth anniversary and now stands proudly within an attractive all-weather unit. Loads of information kept us entertained for around half an hour. 

Nearby was the Visitors Centre, a commemorative sculpture honouring the Country Women's Association, the train station and some early rail memorabilia all located opposite the Grande Olde Dumbleyung Inn. My enthusiasm for all things rail was rewarded as a long CBH train moved past me, which prompted a few photos. We did not visit Lake Dumbleyung itself as we had decided to head for Collie on the next leg of our short getaway.

Dumbleyung is  a quirky, interesting and attractive Wheatbelt town, with all desirable facilities - accommodation, cafĂ© and pub, the Mini Mall, the community garden, the Noongar Cultural Centre, the Bluebird Interpretive site, wildflowers in spring and of course Lake Dumbleyung, which is the largest lake in south western WA. Nearby are Lake Grace (another thriving artistic community), Pingrup with its silo art, Katanning with all the trimmings, including the Premier Mill Hotel and Kukerin, home of the famous Bouncing Pillow!

From now until November, the Wheatbelt will reward us all with lush pastures, the "bellow yellow" of canola, the baa-ing of sheep and lambs and the spring wildflower season. 

Beverley will be hosting "Spring Back To Beverley" on the weekend of the 24/25 September. Celebrations include the 150th anniversary of the Wheatsheaf Inn, now the Dead Finish Museum. This festival coincides with the beginning of the school holidays, so pack up the kids and head for the less-travelled Wheatbelt. Plan an itinerary from the Big Smoke through settlements such as Beverley, Brookton, Corrigan, Wickepin, Narrogin, Wagin, Katanning, Lake Grace/King and of course, surprising Dumbleyung.

Kerry will welcome you to her studio with her charm and humour. Don't miss Dumbleyung in 2022!


Kerry and her Gourd Birds, now on display in the East End Gallery...


Don, regaling one of his stories...


A sample of Kerry's artwork, available now in her Dumbleyung Studio -

















Sculpture honouring the CWA (Country Women's Association)


Grande Olde Dumbleyung Inn...


CBH (Co-operative Bulk Handling) train moving through Dumbleyung...



Information at the Station...


Early transport and farming equipment display...



The Bluebird Exhibit, Absolon Street, Dumbleyung...


The K7 Bluebird replica...



With the K7 Bluebird replica...


















Don't miss Dumbleyung!







Thursday 26 May 2022

Kate and Michael Become Stick People!

Whilst sitting in the East End Gallery this afternoon, I hope to complete this post I have been trying to write for a week. My failure to launch this morning was profound. Having had my head annoyingly buzzing until the wee small hours, I had tried to relax by -

1. thinking about our itinerary for Queensland's epic road trip in July...

2. going to the toilet at least three times...

3. turning the fan on...

4. itching my foot on multiple occasions

5. scratching my nose inside my CPAP mask (that is quite the skill to master) - 

instead of being sensible and reaching for one of my herbal concoctions that are meant to slow down my hyperactive brain.

Hence, I had no desire to leave the comfort of our bedupon daybreak, cocooned under the quilt rather like Ginger Meggs with Alannah MacTiernan hair. Absolutely the Glamorous Look. 

However, the combination of attending to the washing, baking a cake for the Gallery, cleaning up Pip's overnight widdle and undertaking a Poop Patrol of our courtyard eventually galvanised me to stagger out of bed and pinch Michael's dressing gown. Mine is in the wash...

Plus, I have ben bursting to announce the most wonderful news for our household. A monumentally important arrival has finally graced our doorstep. We are now the proud parents of a Dyson V15 stick vacuum cleaner. I am almost overcome with emotion at the diligence and power of this fabulous new labour-saving device.

Initially filled with trepidation at this Space Age contraption, we have thrillingly worked out how to charge the battery, empty the bin and joyously, vacuum the floors without trailing a cord behind me. The battery lasts about forty-five minutes, which is enough to thoroughly remove all evidence of fur tumbleweeds, dirt patches and miscellaneous other spots of unidentified bits. I still have to discover how to successfully use the gazillion attachments that came with our unit and how to clean the various Heads.

I have endured rather a lot of past tragedies involving vacuum cleaners, some of them quite expensive catastrophes. I managed to disembowel an Electrolux, set fire to the internal bag of another, dropped, bashed and basically mistreated most vacuum cleaners I have ever owned. Having taken courage in hand and deciding to spend a Lot of Money on a new vacuum cleaner, there were crucial considerations to be contemplated.

Robot or Stick or Barrel? Cord or cordless? I was heavily leaning towards an iRobot Roomba when we enjoyed an impromptu morning tea with Michael's sister-in-law, her sister and a friend. They advised us to buy the top of the wozza Dyson Stick or the most expensive Stick we could afford. And, son Callum had been regaling me of the delights of his Dyson V8 for quite some time. One could be excused for believing he was referring to his vehicle, rather than an incredible cleaning gizmo.

Lured by a Special Deal including an extra battery, we parted with an eye watering amount of money for this hopefully long lived Domestic Goddess appliance. Then there are the other expenses that suddenly became vital as well. Michael returned to Audika after his hearing assessment to decide on hearing aids that would hopefully also reduce his tinnitus. That meant all entry level aids were not satisfactory. Naturally.

Although not as expensive as a car, the cost of his (almost but not quite) state of the art hearing augmentation still took our breath away. There are also the necessary additions for our Stick; two more Dyson filters which are still coming. Batman and Mister Elephant (my CPAP machine and his scaly mate) have ongoing requirements too from Fisher and Paykel. More "cushions" and another set of headwear set us back another three hundred.

Finally, Michael's old Samsung phone has been through the mill, is looking rather the worse for wear and reliably drops out with no warning whatsoever.  His beloved Sony camera has been branded so ancient (not to us!) that the part needed to fix a fault isn't manufactured anymore, rendering all his lenses useless. Bollocks.

So, we are on the hunt for a new (and hopefully understandable) phone with a decent camera. Apparently the latest iPhone is able to talk to his hearing aids and has an excellent camera. Unfortunately, the iPhone does not have the Telstra 'blue tick' which supposedly means it will not perform as well in remote locations as a Samsung.  But the Samsung won't communicate with his hearing aids and the camera doesn't get as good a review.. Attempting to talk to anybody from Telstra today about these issues failed miserably, with no answer on their general phone number and no response to the message I left. Give me strength...

My Insider Case Manger, Calvin, at Telstra will attempt to provide me with a direct line to the Telstra Hay Street store, which scored higher for customer service than any other Telstra store in the Big Smoke. If that fails, I shall contact the CEO. Again.

In the meantime, if someone out there has had good service from a Telstra shop in Perth, could you please let me know? I am not looking forward to another encounter with Telstra. We need a very long Techbar appointment so we can be talked to, rather than at, an idiot proof guide for the phone and patient understanding so Michael can actually use his phone, his contacts, his messaging and the camera after we leave the premises. I need to buy an additional Netgear hotspot to take on our travels. We are prepared to part with the sum of money necessary for all these devices and accessories as long as the service and explanation comes with the territory.

Stay tuned!


Introducing our indictment as Stick People!




Robot?



Barrel?




You bet they can!


For all the devotees of very bad Dad jokes...


Our Stick!


Whoa!


My usual reaction after speaking to Telstra!


If this is Michael's phone, not bloody likely!



Calvin?



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Should we be concerned by the treatment of us by the largest telecommunications company in this country? 




Tuesday 17 May 2022

Shame On The National Disability Insurance Scheme...

Having spent a wonderful evening with artist Kerry Scally and her other half, storyteller extraordinaire Don in Dumbleyung, I was going to write a superlative post of fabulous fun, great conversation, good pub food and the warmth of their home, literally and figuratively.

Unfortunately, the National Disability Insurance Scheme's woeful shenanigans have confounded and enraged me once more and driven my cheerful Dumbleyung observations away temporarily.

This afternoon, somewhere between Katanning and Kojanup, I received a phone call from the NDIS. As per usual, the call was made from a private number, which meant that once I had recovered from my fury, I was unable to respond in a calm, measured manner and ask coherent questions. I am convinced that the NDIS loves to label parents such as myself as hysterical and ignorant, and rather than give us a chance to digest information and gain further understanding, the organisation is encouraged to deny us the right of reply.

Presently, a "Change of Circumstance" relating to Alex is before the NDIS. This document was written to emphesise and have recorded all Alex's lifelong conditions and the total impact on his daily functional capacity. Even though this added document provides evidence to support Alex's long term requirement for reverse cycle airconditioning, it has not been considered at all. Plus, I was told by What's Her Name this afternoon that the NDIS does not provide funding retrospectively, of which I was unaware. An internal review is pointless as the NDIS would reject the request on the grounds that they do not fund retrospectively. In addition, the funding request was based on Alex's "current" diagnosis of Autism and Intellectual Disability. The NDIS is in receipt of documents that explain his chronic lung conditions and his neurological status. They just chose not to act upon them. And of course, poor people with serious conditions shouldn't receive funding for airconditioning from the NDIS...

This saga has been ongoing for two years. A generous benefactor paid for Alex's airconditioning after a year of frustrating dead ends offered up by the NDIS. They just love operating as a Department of Stealth and Total Obscurity to devalue participants and insult their supporters. 

Alex's life goals have constantly been thwarted by top heavy bureaucratic organisations. Alex's volunteer position at the Warehouse Café in Shenton Park ceased due to lack of funding. His paid employment at the Swan Friendship Café in Midland was quashed due to a lack of any political will. His only other paid position was a six month contract filing at the Lions Eye Institute. He was bored out of his mind but thrilled to have a paid position.

Most recently, Alex has been working as a Café Attendant at Paraquad Industries, which is operated by Alinea. This is supported employment for which Alex is paid a portion of the minimum wage. He loves his job and after a rocky start, I trust the staff's good will and interest in him and their guidance of him.

I had grown really comfortable with the concept of Alex staying with Alinea for the entirety of his working life. Then has come another bombshell. Activ, an organisation also providing supported employment since 1951 has announced the cessation of their group workplaces due to changes in funding provided by the NDIS. 

This is a terrible act. The NDIS and the Minister could access any number of reasons to fund Activ continuing its operations as they are. Justifying that all Activ employees could be placed in other workplace settings is horribly wrong and a deceit.

Now, I have concerns for Alinea. If Activ can be targeted in the last week of an election campaign, then any organisation or person who receives funding from the NDIS is at risk. 

When will the powers that be recognise the worth of all Australians and support their well being and dignity? And who will take up the mantle of advocacy once all of us frustrated, determined and bloody minded parents fall off the mortal coil? 

All Australians deserve to live well. 


On and on...


The NDIS must work...


Does anyone?


Yeah right...








These are employees like Alex...



Pity the government doesn't...




When will the NDIS funds become client-focused rather than stalled by bureaucratic incompetency?








Sunday 15 May 2022

Welcome To Tombstone...

The Vincent Street "beautification" rolls on with a date for completion now pushed out to the end of July or beginning of August. Works that were supposed to begin last winter didn't commence until October. Gloriously sunny and hot weather was the constant for five months. Now the days are shortening, the weather is changeable and the work appears to have lost momentum. With seemingly precious little effort on Fridays and no progress on the weekends, Beverley is now banking on fine weather between Mondays and Fridays for the contractors to be able to complete the project.

Hence, I have decided that Heavenly Beverley so resembles the Wild West that a temporary nickname could be Tombstone. Although the main drag is bitumenised with a layer of stones, dust continues to be a plague on the Gallery. Every week, I undertake a dust-a-thon to attempt to keep the surfaces and artworks clean. Then, this week, we have received our first decent shower of rain for the year, turning the ragged edges of the remaining brick paving and the neighbouring clay border into squelchy, slippery mud with puddles that don't drain away. A total vacuum of the Gallery was a waste of time; I removed the fine dust from our floors only to be replaced by blobby nodules of clay and stones.

Given the state of our main street, I can almost imagine Wyatt Earp and Doc Holiday gliding purposely down Vincent Street, looking left and right for any sign of trouble whilst dodging the rolling tumbleweeds. Fortunately, the only ruckus I can hear are local kids playing and squealing in the skatepark. I did note the presence of four plain-clothed coppers today eating take-away from the Red Vault and enquired, with bated breath, their reason for being in Beverley. No catching bad guys for them. They were just here to keep an eye on the drag races out at Westdale.

Mostly, I try to ignore Vincent Street's current state and focus on the finish line. The road and surroundings will be wonderful. The dodgy brick paving is being torn up and wide concrete footpaths inlaid with stones are being laid and will be sealed. Deciduous trees are being planted to provide summer shade and winter sun. Hardy low shrubs and ground covers will add to the botanic softening. Seating and "wombat crossings" will encourage pedestrians and slow traffic. Two carparks are being bitumenised and a further carpark created behind the shire offices. The wine and tapas bar in the historic ANZ building will open during winter once the street works are finished.  We are just having to cope with short-term inconvenience before we reach the goal.

Until this morning, the Gallery had not attracted many guests. Suddenly, on a dreary and overcast Sunday, visitors were coming to Heavenly Beverley for a drive to escape the Big Smoke. Shifting into top gear, I donned both my front-of-house and tourism hats and proceeded to extol the virtues of our lovely town. The sales flowed all day, much to our delight. And rather than detracting from their experiences, the Wild West appearance of Vincent Street brought out humour and tolerance in our guests, including a couple we'd met in Onslow and another couple with Mum who had come specifically to enjoy the Red Vault's Famous passionfruit sponge. Alas, there was no sponge, so three of them tucked into a Chicken Thief burger with gusto instead.

Enthused by their appreciation, I launched forward into some overdue pricing of Pat Thompson's quirky and colourful scarves, moved some hangings and a painting, hung Jo Nelson's wonderful bright red lino print on the Giftshop wall and worked out new positions for Lee Francis' photos of the Wheatbelt woodlands and farm gate. The Gallery and Giftshop are currently looking fantastic and I still have just enough room for Artist-in-Residence Shireen Manning to leave us a couple of art pieces if she so chooses.

Over the coming days and weeks, the Wheatbelt will turn green as crops begin to shoot. The East End Gallery is the proud recipient of two tonnes of firewood to keep us all cozy until the warmth of Spring returns.

Don't forget that our next Famous Sundowner on Saturday 4 June. You all know the drill. The theme is Winter. The sausage sizzle starts from 5.30 pm followed by LIVE music from 6.30pm. Please bring a plate and bottle to share and enjoy good food, great conversation, lively music and stunning art.

See you soon in the East End Gallery!


Welcome to the East End Gallery!


Looking west up Vincent Street...



Lonely digger...



Between the Pharmacy and the Gallery...


Mud, mud. mud...


East view of Vincent Street...


First look at the new pavement...


Tina Bryce


Giftshop view...


Jo Nelson...


Sandi Racco...


Gracie Courtney and Rod Brown...


Ian Kay...


Nada Murphy and Paul Kendall...


Claudia's interpretation of Marylou Hutchinson's farm...


Christine Davis.