A deadly combination of drought, on-going conflict and escalating food prices has placed over 11 million people in need of life-saving aid in Kenya, Somalia and Ethiopia. Over two million children are malnourished. Please help UNICEF Australia by making a donation online (www.unicef.org.au/eastafrica).
Friday, August 05, 2011
Starving CHILDREN
A deadly combination of drought, on-going conflict and escalating food prices has placed over 11 million people in need of life-saving aid in Kenya, Somalia and Ethiopia. Over two million children are malnourished. Please help UNICEF Australia by making a donation online (www.unicef.org.au/eastafrica).
Thursday, August 04, 2011
A Feast of Spring
The magpie alights at the top branch of the highest tree
his assassin eyes laser territory
at three sixty degrees snap
steel trap state of the art weaponry
trees yesterday crusifixii bones loom stark in the mist
now thrust and bud in Spring,
budding and thrusting and bursting
sun kissed and caressed
the emperor's wild wattle shouts
rejoice and bear witness
we rise from the chilly tomb of
winter
reawakening we suck on our sun
and flex new limbs and wave
in the wind
the aroma of Daphne is angel breath pervading
the garden of Eden deep pink buds open
to small white sepals
such
a simple perfect beauty
The wind ripples the pond where the last duckling dives to hide
the fox snatched her brothers,
an eagle lifted her sister
and the snake struck at supper
for a Spring time feast.
Monday, August 01, 2011
Notes from oversea: Wales, Beers, Yorkies at play

ok I had to put something up about the trip - I've been lax, so some notes (actually an e-mail...) below.
Welsh and Cornwall photos:
Yorkshire photos:
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Cara, now in a camping ground in Wales, the name has a Y in it....like a proper Welsh camping ground boyo, the only place we could find after driving from Macclesfield where we picked up the motor home. We're sitting here after a day in Conwy a medieval town bordered by turreted walls and bolstered by a castle all built by the

It seems that all Wales is populated by about 10 major families, these being Jones, Williams, Thomas, Owen, Hughes, Davies, Lloyd, Edwards, Morgan, Jenkins and Lewis. No Fortesques, Montmerencies or Snipes, only unpretentious working appellations, in fact you would not be surprised to find a Hugh Hughes, a William Williams or Thomas Thomas, thus emphasising the Welshness and lack of frills moniker. That said the Welsh seem to be anything but dour. They are friendly and love a laff, as indeed do the Yorkies we met. A double barrelled surname would seem incongruous here yet there was that artist, Reece-Jones, and I wonder if there is a Thomas Thomas-Thomas which would be a sort of train crash of monikers.
We spent two nights at our fine camping ground at Ty'n-y-Groes a comfortable, lush, picturesque spot with mountains in the background and a fine pub within 10 mins walk or 5 minute march. Denise bravely ordered the black beef Welsh curry and I had the minted Welsh lamb and her curry was so good that I ordered it the second night. The award winning fish and chips in Conwy was especially good.
Beers – there are so many in the UK that it is impossible to keep track. I tried numerous Yorky beers and not a bad one among them – one of the Aysgarth was distinctively aromatic. These of course are nothing like the Aussie lager which is bland by comparison, the closest there would be Coopers ale or one of the micro brewery beers- but they tend to replicate the European styles rather than the English which is more of an acquired taste and generally low in alcohol content, although some ales can be table thumpers. Ciders are very refreshing after a long arduous walk.
Wales. The scenery here is splendiferous. We drove from Tin-y-groes down through Snowdonia
where the mountains rear like ancient beasts breathing above and beyond you, hard, jagged and
callous, no compensating vegetation as in the Scots highlands, no soft waterfalls, all grey black fierce rock. They fear nothing and challenge in their inviolate power but are content to sit in almighty ease. They stopped the English for years, We drove through unable to find a place to park our rolling monolith of a motor home and take a photo, however it was enough to see them in their glory on a summer's day.
Another highlight was walking through our first field full of sheep at Grassington. I'd read about an abbot being killed by a rogue sheep in the 12th century – I hadn't told Denise. We were about a quarter of the way across the field, and I think that I may have looked at one while wondering if it was the abbot killing variety and funny thing but some sheep do tend to look aggressive, like pugnacious as if saying ''who you looking at huh, HUH ?'' A wild look in the eye that says ''what's a nice boy like you doing in my paddock.....''
Yes we got through the gate ok but you know I don't think we ascribe enough to animals – they are more switched on than is commonly thought. Rinnie will wink at me. I kid you not. And Darcy, Ted's dog will know, as will Rinnie if you say the word 'walk'. I think they are forbidden in their doggy state to let on that they
Another Yorky highlight was taking the bus from Grassington to Skipton. It was filled with Yorkies at play and the talk and laughter was loud and incessant for the thirty minute journey. One old bloke with a face like Michael Parkinson's dad, all smiles and greeting everyone, got on board with his dog and wife – the English are dog lovers to the max – and he stood up there with the driver just beyond the sign that said 'do not go past this point and talk to the driver' and 'wives must be kept on a leash and not crap on the bus' – the English love their signs, - and he yakked away to the driver non stop for the whole journey, turning to his wife at one point who was halfway down the aisle chatting away, to let the bus know 'we're talking about you, not to you'.
Today I found an Owen Owens ale. I haven't tried it yet, maybe tonight. I had a pint of Dragon ale and a pint of Celtic, both quite enjoyable, but the double O moniker impressed me.
In the glovebox - Music in the car
These discs below I've been listening to on my trips to and from my morning walks. They're an eclectic collection to accommodate mo...

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Who saw that pair of wrens out a-courting? Her tail was cocked high and his was up too From bottom to top twig, palace to zoo The...
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This piece was published in Narrator Magazine Summer 2011 edition. Below is the original which echoed the style of Kelly and B...
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There's an Angel of Mercy where Christ boils his billy looks over the waters and beckons to me And the cliff tops all sparkle, a...