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Aboard ‘Sir William Eyre’ Progress & Voyage of William Carter, England to Australia 1858 CHAPTER 1 – 11 to 19 JUNE 1858 – LEAVING OLD ENGLAND Editor’s note: This transcription has used earlier transcriptions made by William’s great-grandson Robert A. Carter and by Mabel Carter, wife of William’s grandson Thomas Carter. Both of these […]
“That holy dream, that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro’ storm and night, So trembled from afar – What could there be more purely bright In Truth’s day-star?” Edgar Allan Poe Excerpt from ‘A Dream’ […]
Pine Hut Creek potentially flows into Lake Moodie from the eastern escarpment of the Mount Lofty Ranges due west of the Cambrai-Sedan Road. On visiting the lake site in July this year I was surprised and disappointed to see no water whatsoever in the lake. Local knowledge informed me that Lake Moodie no longer fills […]
Sven McDuff’s electron-microscope is an old valve model. It takes a while to warm up but Sven likes the humming sound it makes. A stranger arrives with something in a glass block for Sven to examine. There is much more to her than at first meets the eye. She doesn’t know what is in the glass block and the only way they will find out is to warm up the microscope and take a look.
FOR GOLDSTAR and all those who aspire to the Oneness Copyright © Brian Lewis 2018 It was 7:30 am on a perfect summer’s day at The Corner Beach on Kangaroo Island. The man in the black and blue wet suit sensed rather than saw the blue and gold sheen on the […]
[Fiction based on historical facts. My ancestors received no apology nor did they receive any compensation for the treatment described here. N.H.] County Ross, Scotland, 1845. GREAT WHITE GALLEONS SCUDDED across the sky from west of Kintyre and disappeared beyond Loch Ness. Occasional showers dampened the heather but the interrupted sunshine was enough to […]
I am sympathetic to the theme of this book. After all I too wonder whatever happened to the “Limits to Growth” movement. Forty-five years ago I bought a wheat paddock in the Mallee on which there remained only a single native pine tree. I aimed to allow Nature to regenerate the mallee woodland that had […]
GALLERY IMPRESSIONS Over the years I have found that visits to Art Galleries to see world-renowned exhibitions can be fraught. But can also be uplifting! So unfortunately I have to say that a recent visit to the SA Art Gallery to see the “Colours of Impressionism” from the Musee D’Orsay in Paris fell into the […]
Friendships, a tangled ball of textures. Wool for the cosy ones that will warm you and cocoon in the winter moments of life. Linen for the durable ones, despite wrinkles and fading beauty they soften with age. Cotton for the simple ones, summer friendships and splashes of colour thrown in the air and landing in […]
Time you are a fickle master. Waiting, you slow down. The hands on your army of clocks Move at your command, In half time. When dread for an impending Event is detected, you clap Your hands and speed up. You command and demand attention. Every day, pushing me to obey, Stealing precious hours from The […]
Nine years ago, an email, from a senior female Colleague, called me to her office, my progress to review She kept me there forever, but I knew at once that never Would she sign off on a pay rise for Yours Truly, that is true. My reply was sent quite quickly; it was terse and […]
Here are three examples of what I like to call ‘synchronicity’. I wanted to record them here because these are my memories of events that fascinated me at the time, and still do, and I believe that they are worth sharing. I hope you think so too. Synchronicity 1: The sailor and the boat. […]
THE BEER ON THE BAR A tribute to HMAS Armidale He entered the bar on his own: An elderly man, neatly dressed, about sixty or so, the barmaid guessed; clean shaven, his face chiselled from stone. The barmaid was new. He said, ‘How do you do?’ and, in an old-fashioned gesture of respect, he […]
= For Marianne J. = =================== She had the most beautiful blue eyes. Not surprising really as the rest of her was beautiful too… …her long blonde hair…her slim stature and refined features. Astounding. The only thing I could fault was her last name – ‘BLOMST’. Certainly not the most beautiful name in the world… […]
Weighed down by Wuhan wickedness claiming cleverness. God’s last laugh? Bio-virus any day. Information drip fed comprehension selected uncertainty protected. History to be written. Wuhan revelations screaming innocence. Guilty parties panting; media massaging. Wuhan suffering in their millions locked in two rooms. Homes became prisons. Covidness world order Covidness forever while fortunes made and made. […]