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Its Saturday. A Saturday with the Lurking Nergle. That means paracetamol and hot ginger and turmeric drink as well as a day at home. The horses have been put into our yard thereby saving us from some of the mowing. I have reached a more relaxed state than I was in.

I am feeling even more comfortable with the arrival of my electricity bill. We were told costs would be SOARING and they kind of are but the comfort that leads to my relaxing is contained in the cheerful newsletter they sent out with the Bill.

The Newsletter is called OUTLOOK. They also sent a sticker for the door which says :


My  favourite page is the One Minute Moving manual.  I tell you, I don’t mind paying more for my electricity if it means I get the Outlook Newsletter with such handy hints as :

      1. Book a removalist.
      2. redirect your mail
      3. save newspapers to wrap, pad and save your breakables
      4. leave important items with family or friends
      5. and connect gas and electricity at your new place.

Gee thanks ORIGIN ENERGY. And the cost of designing, producing and delivering the cheery newsletter to each house is ???????????



Early 1900s.

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Morning, All. I thought I had best mention the Horses. I know almost nothing about horses so this is not coming from a horse fanatic’s viewpoint. Just from a woman who views horses each morning. There must be something to learn from the Horse. There is always something to learn.

I have been in the Cottage for over a year and it is a horse property so I have had the chance to learn a few things. I have my usual animal/human relationships with them. A slight distance and mutual scrutiny. I have the same thing in most of my human/human dealings as well.

Lets see what I can discover about horses this morning before I go out along South Arm Road to Brierfield.

I was raised in a city by city parents. My mother, Joy Bell, had ridden when she was girl during the war. She rode on her Uncle’s dairy farm up in Bangalow. with her cousin Maisie Beckinsale.  They didn’t talk about learning to ride. They simply rode. I don’t have a picture of them riding but I do have another family one with a kid on the back, Barebacked, Barefooted. Big Horse as well.

That’s taken way back – maybe in the 1940s.

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2.32 p.m. Home from visiting the Cheery Redhead out in the Bush and back to thinking about horses and the many things I don’t know about them. I shall go historical and see how horses have figured in the newspapers in past times. Beginning with Urunga, Raleigh, Bellingen and Environs and Horses. These articles say a lot about horses in this area. They say a lot about the people too.

horse The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW 1842 - 1954), Thursday 25 May 1933, horse sulky The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW 1842 - 1954), Monday 8 January 1912

The Sydney Morning Herald 

Thursday 25 May 1933

The Sydney Morning Herald  Monday 8 January 1912
horse fraud Clarence and Richmond Examiner (Grafton, NSW  1889 - 1915), Saturday 13 February 1915, horsebox The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW 1842 - 1954), Tuesday 14 July 1936,
Clarence and Richmond Examiner (Grafton, NSW : 1889 – 1915), Saturday 13 February 1915 The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Tuesday 14 July 1936,
horse pinned The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW 1842 - 1954), Tuesday 10 January 1933, horse flood
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Tuesday 10 January 1933, The Advertiser (Adelaide, SA : 1889 – 1931), Saturday 15 April 1916,
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HORSE SWIM The Brisbane Courier (Qld. 1864 - 1933), Saturday 9 October 1926

The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 – 1933), Saturday 9 October 1926


The Mail (Adelaide, SA : 1912 – 1954), Saturday 22 May 1943

When we lived in Sydney in our brick flat in South Coogee, we used to sit and watch the clip of MAN FROM THE SNOWY RIVER over and over in an attempt to catch the frame with the horse’s eye as they leapt over the edge. Then she would hit pause on the old Beta Video Machine and we would look in amazement. Good Night for now. I shall leave you with a North Country Song and the web address for VALERY TRAIL RIDES just up the way from here.


Warning: Humour may be hazardous to your illness.

Ellie Katz.


eBench time. Been home all day and fiddling with templates and Scrabble. Now its time to have a cup of tea so join me if you will. Some funny things do happen and some surprising things happen with Humour.





But those good old camping spots are gone, those green and shady places.

Jack Bridle’s ‘Farewell to Talbingo’

Sitting down at the e-Bench early this morning.  Feet up on the footrest and ready for a Yaan. I am going for the 500 word Yaan again. Daylight saving ended here last night. It took me the usual thinking and research to determine which way to turn the clocks. That’s done and I have an extra hour up my sleeve before I go out at 10 a.m. to a Meeting at Raleigh Hall.

Today’s GEM COLLECTION Calendar reading is about the CAMPING spots. I have camped down South where the Talbingo Poem was written. It was way back in the 1970s when I was down there. The waters were already over the towns when I got there. Buried whole lifetimes and memories. When I look up Talbingo now, the first hits that come up are all about tourism. Tourism – I think there ought to be another word for it but I haven’t thought of one yet. Here’s a couple of the present day Talbingo Sites.



It was Eucumbene that I camped on. All part of the Snowy Hydro Electric Scheme.

It useter be easy to camp in Australia. I did a lot of that. The SNOWY was only a brief part way back when I taught down in Tumbarumba. We camped as kids with the family. travelled to TUENA at Eastertime in our utility converted into a covered ‘station wagon.’

It seems such a long time since I was down at those  Southern Places. It IS a long time. For the last 40 years or so, I have been in Sydney or North of Sydney. Generally up here in Bellingen Shire and sometimes camped further north. In the early 1970s I spent months camped on 4 mile beach at Port Douglas way up in the Far North of Queensland. It’s a long time since I have been up there as well.

What’s on my mind this morning, is not so much the specific places as the loss of the GREEN and SHADY places. Mostly through odd legislations and sometimes through developments. Sometimes, its even been well intentioned by Departments of Land and National Parks  etc. The result has been the same. Loss of the GREEN and SHADY Places to the ordinary camper.

We have plenty of them, the green and shady places – but we are not ALLOWED to camp in most of them. Hungry Head just out of Urunga was a camping ground. It had a shop too, up on the Headland, cabins and places to put up tents and light campfires. That is now mostly overgrown with weeds and mess. There are cabins back a bit and they’re not bad but they are NOT for camping. The nearest place, methinks, is the Caravan park in town and that’s FORMAL, unshaded and costs MONEY.  The HIPPY ERA was more exciting. Tents and mini mokes and hammocks hanging in trees.

I did take a niece out to BUNDAGEN for a Vipassana retreat and she was camped amongst the trees and on the edge of the BONGIL BONGIL State Forest and right by the Ocean. That was 2010. The places  still exist. That’s where I had lunch last Tuesday for about $10. Freshly gathered and cooked.

Bellingen Caravan Park in the 1970s was where I first smelt jasmine growing en masse and walked on a tropical island right in the middle of town. I read LORD OF THE RINGS there in my tent with Tony  B. The council closed that one down a few years back and now its an overgrown mess as well. The camping these days is down in the Showground where it gets boggy and floods.

There are still excellent places. The thing that’s missing for me is the impromptu freedom of pulling into a place, putting a wee tent up, lighting a fire and having a swim. Guess its still there. It usually is.

She had the loaded handbag of someone who camps out and seldom goes home, or who imagines life must be full of emergencies. Mavis Gallant.

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My dad, BRUCE SANDERS, was a boy scout in the 1930s and drummed the old BE PREPARED motto into us. Mind you, he was rather a muddle headed camper.

I shall take a look for some pictures of camping times.   
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Here’s a 1940 shot of the MONTEREY TENNIS CLUB from SYDNEY. Its from my Father’s collection. I don’t know where they are camped but it’s a fine campsite. Probably just west of Sydney someplace and just before WWII.

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It was only two more years before the tennis boys were camping in the Western Desert under harsh conditions. 1942 – WWII.

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Camping near Goulburn in 1960. Joyce and Bruce Sanders.  
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Camping at Easter out near Wellington NSW in 1961.  
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1962 – Prepared to camp at TUENA. Easter with the Naylor Family.  
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1966. Preparing the car for another camping trip. We have been known to take a pan toilet strapped to the roof of the car.  
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2008 – The inexperienced Camper preparing to head to WINTERMOON Festival up in the Whitsundays.  
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2008 – a bigger tent at Bilambil.