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531. Sunday 5th February 2017. Heatwaves, itchy jellyfish and Boston Marathon…

Monday 30th January

In last weeks post I mentioned we went for a surf Sunday afternoon.

During the evening I started to get an itch on my neck. The itch turned into a sting and I thought maybe it was a spider or ant bite. On close inspection Donnis noticed a rash on my neck. Liberal application of Stingose did not help. Well it did eventually did calm down enough to enable me to get to sleep.

This morning I wore the same shirt which I wore last night. There was a light tingling on my neck so I put the shirt out to be washed.

Hmmm! What caused this stinging?

I recalled that yesterday while at the surf, Donnis and I floated around in a lagoon like body of water between the beach and the sandbank. We noticed little blue floating creatures which were not Bluebottles nor the other stinging creature known as a ( scientific name Blue Glaucus) Blue Angel or Blue Dragon. So a bit of research and I found the creature is called a Blue Button Jellyfish (scientific name Porpita porpita) which is not a jellyfish but does have stinging nematocysts which will cause skin irritation. They are not dangerous, do not have a painful sting but the keyword is irritation. That’s what most likely got onto my rash shirt and caused the irritation yesterday.

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Blue Button jellyfish.

Wednesday 1st February

Friends Tony and Dawn arrived on their way to Brisbane. We had a gastronomic delight for dinner. Hamburgers and Potato salad.

Thursday 2nd February

In the morning Donnis and Dawn went window shopping. They did not find any suitable windows but compromised by buying clothes. Tony and I socialised in the pool. Many other villagers brought conversation with them.Tony joined in with conversation. Later when our skin was wrinkled from being in the water for so long decided it was time to walk home… all of 300 metres!

Sunday 5th February.

It has been a quiet heat wave week so we stay at home and do whatever we do such as swimming, Tai Chi, Line Dancing,, Bowls and Table Tennis. Oh, I forgot cycling. Other than that we stay indoors and hide away from the heat.

So… it is time we visited and knocked on a few doors.

This specimen  is on the Harts Pub, Cnr of Essex and Gloucester Sts The Rock, Sydney. This is what Harts Pub has to say… “Beer makes you feel the way you ought to feel without beer.”

– Henry Lawson

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Harts Pub
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Harts Pub, The Rocks, Sydney. Look at the size of the keyhole. Imagine lugging around a key big  enough to fit in there.

 

One of the original Sydney venues on the craft beer scene, Harts Pub has been championing an all-Australian craft beer line-up since 2009.

 

Originally a private residence spanning three terraces, Harts Pub survived the post-bubonic plague demolitions in The Rocks to become home to a range of characters, including Margaret Fulton – one of Australia’s greatest gourmet pioneers.

 

Renovated with an eye to historical accuracy, Harts Pub is proud its reputation as one of Australia’s iconic craft beer venues, with a rotating array of beers, and a specialty beer-matched menu.

 

“Bubonic Plague!?!?! In Sydney???

Yes.

It was something I never learned about in school. Or out of school for that matter. Bubonic Plague umm err plagued Sydney town between 1900 and 1925. An excellent article with photos and information on how the plague was spread and finally overcome can be found here…

http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/nsw/bubonic-plague-sydney-how-a-city-survived-the-black-death-in-1900/news-story/f36b9184eba49c72ae9791c574f7b826

More information and photos can be found here   https://gallery.records.nsw.gov.au/index.php/galleries/purging-pestilence-plague/

 

The doorway to this house in Tilba Tilba south coast NSW is typical of the houses in the area.

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Central Tilba

I have written about this town before. Called Central Tilba it is not central in the Tilba district. The tinier village of Tilba which competes for the same tourist dollar is more central. I will try to make this confusing area a little less confusing…or will confuse you even more. Tilba Tilba is the area once encompassed by the Tilba Tilba Council area is now under the control of the Eurobodalla Shire Council. Within the Tilba Tilba area is the small town of Central Tilba and further down in the valley is the village of Tilba. Most of the area Tilba Tilba is off the main Princes Highway so a detour is needed to get there. Once in the village it is worth taking a stroll and even stopping for a meal at one of several quaint eating establishments and or a cold beer at the Dromaderry Pub.

 

Uralla Central West NSW is an historic town for a number of reasons.

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Uralla Mill

One such reason is this is where the infamous Captain Thunderbolt was killed and interred here. However that is nothing to do with this door.This door was on McCrossins Mill a flour mill built in 1860 and continued until around 1890. Since then it has had a number of owners and uses. Currently it is the home of McCrossins Mill Museum and Function

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Uralla Mill Museum

Centre.

http://www.uhs.org.au/

The old Bank of New South Wales building, finished in 1886 still looks a grand design and construction..

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Bank of NSW Inverell. The new bank – Westpac – is now next door.

As well as being the centre of banking in the wealthy district of Inverell it also included the managers residence. As was the style in those days, bank managers were treated with awe and respect. These days the building houses a number of businesses including real estate, food cafes and ladies fashions. It seems a bit of a come down to my mind.

This old door can be found at Lawrence Hargreave Drive Scarborough NSW, a northern suburb of Wollongong.

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Scarborough NSW

The old ramshackle building (it was once a busy store in the heyday of Scarborough) sits atop the cliffs overlooking the many moods of the Pacific Ocean which ceaselessly pound away at the sandstone. The sea is constantly trying to recover that which belonged to it.

St Peter’s Cathedral Armidale was consecrated for worship in 1875.

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St Peters Armidale

Like most churches it went through a period of wealth and influence. This lasted for probably 100 years or more. Like most churches it has fallen into a period of decling congregation. Despite those falling numbers the church is still well maintained and cared for.

All I can say about this door is that it is on a house in the central New South Wales town of Glen Innes in the New England District.

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Glen Innes

I have no knowledge of the house it is entrance to. Nice door though.

This strange door is the entrance to an even stranger store at Highgate Hill a suburb of Brisbane on the south side of Brisbane River.

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Hand made Naturals. Notice the incredibly secure locking system.

The store is called Hand Made Naturals.  It is worth a visit even just to shake your head.

This afternoon Donnis and I went to the movies. The plan was to visit an Event Cinema at Robina to see La La Land. On arrival we discovered, after waiting in line for ages the price of tickets is $19.50 each. WTF? The same Event Cinema chain at Australia Fair has seats at $10.00 each. How can that be? The movie theatre across the street run by another cinema chain, Readings also has $10.00 tickets. We left Robina and went to Australia Fair and watched the powerful movie, Patriots Day, about the 1913 Boston Marathon bombings. At the end of the movie when patrons are quick to leave, nobody moved for several minutes. There was no talk. Donnis was drained by emotion.

Only another 5 days before we begin our New Guinea Cruise.

BTW the itchy sting rash courtesy of the Blue Button Jellyfish saga last week has a post script. The rash is gone. The itchyness lingers. Much reduced but it becomes itchy from time to time.

 

 

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526. Sunday 1st January 2017. Boxing Day, Taylors Arm, The Pub With No Beer, 100 acres at ??? Macksville, Nambucca Heads, Scott’s Head, Stuart’s Point, Port Macquarie and home…

Lots of photos this week.

Monday 26th December

Boxing Day.

My best plan was an early departure of 9am expecting that as usual we would be away by 10am. I was wrong on both counts.

Alecia and Tyler were away by 10am while Donnis and I managed closer to 10.45am!!!

I expected heavy traffic and was pleasantly surprised to find traffic was heavy but it was moving at the posted speed limits.

At lunchtime we stopped at a little community called New Italy and had a lunch of leftover Christmas food.

In 1880 many Italian immigrants arrived in Australia. By 1882 about 20 families had bought up a selection of land on which to settle. They called the area New Italy which is the name of the location to this day. Some of the original fences and buildings in the area can be dated back to those early days of settlement.

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Donnis and I love old timberr fences and this original from a long time ago is located at New Italy in NSW.

Six hours later we had travelled the 420 Klms into NSW and the Pub With No Beer at Taylors Arm a small community about 22 Klms west of Macksville on the Nambucca River.

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The PWNB.
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Our Red i30 parked next to Alecia’s hire Black i30 at our accommodation at Taylors Arm AKA The Pub With No Beer.

The name Pub With No Beer is interesting in that it is based on half -truths and misconceptions. The truth is and some die- hards might disagree, the original Pub With No Beer (PWNB) was at The Day Dawn Hotel, Ingham North Queensland. It seems in 1943 a bunch of American Servicemen passed through the town one day and drank the pub dry of beer. A local Australian sugar can cutter, Dan Sheahan arrived at the pub the next day and found – NO Beer. He wrote a poem called the Pub Without a Beer. In 1956 the poem fell into the hands of a singer/songwriter, Gordon Parsons, who thought the poem was public property (the original poem was published in 1944 in Queensland) Gordon Parsons was at the Taylors Arm Hotel when he took the original poem and re-worked it to the words it has today. He recorded his version, telling people the song was about the Taylors Arm Hotel.  Afterwards he gave the song to Slim Dusty an up and coming singer songwriter destined to become the darling of Country and Western fans. He recorded the song in 1957 and given his popularity, the song was a hit and as it was explained to him the song was about Taylors Arm it was promoted that way. The local pub thought to cash in on the song and called their pub the PWNB. This of course annoyed the good people of Ingham, who claimed, rightly, the song was about their pub, the Day Dawn which by now had been re-named Lees Hotel (in fact the original pub was  called the Telegraph Hotel and the Day Dawn was built on the same site.) The rivalry goes on to this day, both pubs claiming the song is about their pub but as the Slim Dusty version was popular and although incorrectly labelled as being about Taylors Arm the name and the location has stuck. Interestingly the Lees Hotel has an annual PWNB festival claiming their place in history.

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Part of the PWNB bar.
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Locally made from local timbers, carefully designed, ergonomically sound, visually appealing and totally functional bar verandah furniture. Note some are designed for small people while others are made for giants.

We were in Taylors Arm to visit 100 acres of heavily timbered steep land at nearby Talarm which Errol recently bought. The pub was the cheapest and in fact the ONLY accommodation we could find in the region including as far north as Coffs Harbour and nearby Macksville and Nambucca Heads. Rooms were below basic with little to no facilities even showers and toilets were “shared”. We were grateful that some rooms had a ceiling fan.

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Our accommodation was in this old timber building made, at a guess, prior to World War II.
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The window in the shared bathroom at the PWNB would not stay up. Handy hint. Find a piece of stick to do the job. Two bathrooms were all there was for twenty people staying at the old building. Ten of those people were children and we all know childrens bathroom habits.
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Latest house design and construction materials on this local landmark.
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A water tank in the sports field and camp area across from the PWNB.
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A concrete water tank and an old rusting boiler overlooking the PWNB.

The pub has no meals during the week and in fact close their doors at 7pm sometimes as late as 9pm. Locals and visitors can buy slabs of beer before closing and the publican kindly leaves the verandah lights turned on so drinkers can enjoy themselves until their slab is consumed. As there are only 40 permanent people at Taylors Arm it seems the entire adult population is at the pub until late. They also talk overly loudly.

Nicole had brought food from Wollongong so we all had pulled pork on breadrolls with coleslaw for dinner.

Tuesday 27th December

Today we took turns exploring via 4WD the block of land.

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About the only thing I could photograph on the 100 acres was a a Dragonfly. Unfortunately photos of the creek and trees are in too much shadow.

While each group waited on the other we swam in the confluence of the upper reaches of the Welsh’s Creek and Taylors Arm Creek which surprisingly is tidal and slightly brackish as the Taylors Arm Creek empties into the Nambucca River. There is a public creek parking, camping, picnic area here and a little beach before dropping off into deep dark water.

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The camping/picnic/boat launching/ swimming area.

We were warned to walk only on the beach as a nasty fish, called an inland stonefish (or Bullrout) lurks in the reeds and weeds. Standing on any one of the seven spines produces excruciating pain and days in hospital. http://australianmuseum.net.au/bullrout-notesthes-robusta

We swam in the creek with the two grandchildren Amelia and Hannah and borrowed a little kayak for an adventure paddle up Welsh’s Creek.

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Some of the family cooling off in the conjunction of two creeks.
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Grandchildren thought it was wondefrul painting Daddy Grandma with creek mud.
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Alecia and Amelia paddling.
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Cows came to the creek to eat and drnk and ponder the activities of the humans across the creek.

Tonight Donnis cooked up a storm of pasta, homemade tomato sauce and hamburger patties. Not bad considering both meals were produced on an open verandah with just a small butane gas stove sitting atop a folding camp table. Luckily we had several camp chairs but not enough for a nine of our group.

Wednesday 28th December

All nine of our group has seen Errol’s 100 acres and given advice for the location of a house site. It is time to enjoy ourselves. We joined the phalanx of bumper to bumper traffic passing both ways through Macksville and drove to the seaside village of Scotts Head.

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Scotts Head Surf Beach.

This is a delightful location with a high headland and a beach on each side. The town is serviced by a few shops including very good eateries. The large, neat and fully booked caravan park has a prime position on the beach. We enjoyed fish and chips from the Beach Break Café. Afterwards we walked up Scotts Head and over to Little Beach where the grandchildren played in the shallows and scrambled over the rocks just like countless hundreds of thousands of young children have done before them.

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Little Beach behind Scotts Head.
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Little Beach.
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A group of Crested Terns take shelter from heatwave conditions and a wild north easterly wind.

I picked up a Bluebottle   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bluebottle   which is also known as a Portugese Man O War. These little air filled sacs are blue in colour and trail long stinging tentacles. They are often found on beaches in the Australian Summer. They can turn a happy day at the beach to a nightmare of pain and often a trip to hospital for a day or two. In extreme cases they can cause death. I picked up the bluebottle by the top of the air filled sac which has no stinging barbs. I used it to show the girls what to be aware of and to avoid coming in contact with them, even those lying on the beach seemingly lifeless.

We then drove along the coast to Stuarts Point a long inlet of sandhills and a tidal basin called Macleay’s Reach. A foot bridge connects the main part of town with the sandy isthmus from which can be seen the coastal town of Southwest Rocks far to the south.

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A long pedestrian bridge over Macleays Reach to access a long sandy spit of land facing the ocean.
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Long wild beach at Stuarts point looking towards South West Rocks. Yes, on certain beaches in NSW and Queensland it is permissable to drive on designated long and lonely beaches. Often they are in National Parks and a permit is required but not always.

The grandchildren delighted in wading in the water and digging in the sandy mud (or should that be muddy sand?) and helping fishermen pump for Saltwater Yabbies or Nippers which are used as fish bait.

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Amelia really enjoyed digging in the mud.
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Amelia under the careful gaze of Mumm Grandma learns to collect a yabbie.

The following video shows how to pump and what a yabby looks like. Oh BTW they are called Nippers for a reason. Young children should be taught the correct safe way to pick them up. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0wU2QFCUsg

 

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Some of the family getting ready to play in the shallows.
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Three mean and a 6 pack of beer. They dragged this inflatable lounge along a sandbar on Macleays Reach and drifted as far as who knows where. The girlfriend of one of the mean dropped them off with a promise to pick them up somewhere.
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The trhee intrepid lounge sailors going under the footbridge. I hope they kept the empties and disposed of them thoughtfully.

After a long day in the sun we drove north to the delightful seaside town of Nambucca Heads, population 10,000 plus a few hundred more since the last census. We had dinner at the Nambucca (Pronounced NAM BUK A) Heads RSL with wonderful views along the Nambucca Rivers where the spectacular sunsets occur.

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Sunset over Nambucca River.

Thursday 29th December

After a late start to packing and leaving Taylors Arm we drove to Macksville, Population somewhat more than 7,000 since the last Census. We had an expensive breakfast at one of the many cafes in town. Macksville is one of only a handful of towns where the Pacific Highway still runs through the middle of town. With roadworks to build a new highway to skirt this and other towns proceeding at a snails pace, the town becomes a highway bottleneck for the major highway from Sydney to Brisbane. Three sets of traffic lights and a two lane narrow bridge over the Nambucca River does not help traffic flow. Especially in holiday traffic.

After breakfast Donnis and I travelled to Port Macquarie about 100 Klms to the south. Our friends Tony and Dawn live here and we called in for a visit. Today is the second of several days of heatwave conditions.

First we visited the Port Macquarie Koala Hospital where the staff do their best to restore Koalas to health and release them back into the wild. Koalas are often injured by dog attack, bushfire and a disease known as Chlamydia. The disease in humans is sexually transmitted whereas a different strain affects Koala’s. Usually it results in the infected animal becoming blind.

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Bears that come to The Koala Hospital at Port Macquarie do so because of injury or sickness. After treatment and recovery they are released back into the wild somewhere near where they were found. This sleeping beauty arrived with a severe advanced case of Koala Chlamydia along with other problems. Sadly the Chlamydia caused blindness so this girl cannot be returned to the wild but is by all accounts a happy cared for Koala.
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Another Chlamydia sufferer who will never leave the hospital.

By the time we arrived at T&D’s the heatwave was kicking in with temp at 38° so a nice lunch and a snooze in the cool of the house was in order. Donnis also found energy for a swim in the clear inviting pool.

Friday 30th December

We begin the long drive home. We lined up in 38° heat for 15 minutes to join the queuing traffic on the Pacific Highway. Ten Klms from Macksville traffic came to a halt. Illuminated signs on the side of the road warned of traffic queues and to expect a delay of 90 minutes just to get through Macksville. We kept our AC working so an otherwise hot annoying aggravating road rage situation was a chance to creep along and listen to the radio in comfort.

Further north we stopped at Coffs harbour for lunch at Olivers Organic Real Food   https://www.oliversrealfood.com.au/   I am still not a convert to this “organic ripoff”. The supposed real food had no flavour and was overpriced. The sign at the door advertised “Five Star Clean Restrooms”. I suppose they were too busy today to send in a cleaner but there was nothing special about the restroom particularly as it was in need of a clean and tidy. The organic coffee was no better or no worse than coffee at other places. I left feeling unsatisfied.

Back on the highway we soon joined another queue of traffic, both ways with signs warning of 90 minute delays at Woodburn on the Richmond River. The highway will eventually bypass this town which has no traffic lights or busy bridge to slow traffic. Police Radar and Cameras seem to do a good job of ensuring all traffic adheres to speed limits.

We arrived home at 7.30 pm, after driving for almost 9 hours.

Saturday 31st December

New Years Eve.

Heat wave conditions of 34°, although less than experienced in NSW was enough to keep us indoors today, eventually turning on the AC in the afternoon.

We made a delightful dinner of fresh Scallops cooked in garlic butter and a sauce made from the pan residue and cream served on a bed of rice with a simple side of sliced cucumber with a smear of Cranberry Sauce.

After dinner we drove to The Broadwater and sat on a blanket on the beach to watch the fireworks at Broadwater Parklands and Marina Mirage. Then it was home, a quick shower and joined friends at the clubhouse to ring in the new year with a bit of line dancing and the Sydney fireworks on the TV.

Happy New Year to all.

Sunday 1st January 2017.

New Years day.

We left the AC on all night. Outside it was hot enough to convince us to stay indoors all day.

The AC stayed on all day and we stayed indoors. The temp at midday was around 35°. At least there is a sea breeze blowing off the creek. No so lucky are those people out west such as Longreach where it was over 40° today. There is no sea breeze for them.

Alecia and Tyler arrive back today. Tomorrow Tyler and I will climb the QEII Tower at Surfers Paradise. It is the tallest building in Australia. Hmmm, Tomorrow is predicted to be another heatwave day.

This afternoon our village was visited by two Police officers. Our neighbour immediately behind us went to Melbourne to visit family for Christmas. He left his car at Brisbane airport. His son was asked to collect the car and drive it back here. Which he did and stayed the night. His wife was due to pick him up today. She arrived and the house was locked. The car was in the carport but there was no answer to her door knocks nor on his mobile phone. The Police were called and broke into the house. No sign of the man but his phone, wallet and money were sitting on the kitchen bench. He is now being treated as a missing person.