Small pothole on Oliver Avenue

Yes, well, sometimes it rains, and sometimes it pours ... Today I need to bring Tess to the dentist on Oliver Avenue (it only took the dental health scheme people a tardy two years to call her in for her appointment so I'd better make use of the opportunity). I don't know, though, can the Subaru negotiate the pothole left by the flooding on Oliver Avenue? Maybe I should take the climbing gear? A ladder?

I would say that the Council road engineers would be scratching their heads rather ruefully. Not to mention the two guys waiting for the bus there...

Nope ...

.... Let's just give it a miss, hey? Yeah ..... No school today .... C'mon, let's go home ...
(click on the photo for a bigger picture)

Flood in Northern Rivers

The Wilson River has risen 10 metres in 24 hours ... and then the paddocks get a bit soggy (see above).
The towns of Lismore and Grafton are being evacuated, and more than 20,000 homes are without power. Not us here at 308, though... we're here on our eyrie farm high above the valley and luckily the power stayed on despite the numerous trees that fell due to the high winds.

PhD graduation celebration

A wonderful place, a superb full moon rising over the sea, the companionship of much loved family, friends and colleagues, made my PhD graduation celebration a most memorable evening and morning. Thank you so much Fran (and Dieter) for letting us share the space. See here the children dancing on the standing stones ....

Hans leaves today to go on a long journey

Suppose that we, to-morrow or the next day,
Came to an end - in storm the shafting broken,
Or a mistaken signal, the flange lifting –
Would that be premature, a text for sorrow?

Say what endurance gives or death denies us.
Love’s proved in its creation, not eternity:
Like leaf or linnet, the true heart’s affection
Is born, dies later, asks no reassurance.

Over dark wood rises one dawn felicitous,
Bright through her awakened shadow falls her crystal
Cadenzas, and once for all the wood is quickened
So our joys visit us, and it suffices.

-- From C Day Lewis, Feathers to Iron

Hans, beautiful Dad of our gorgeous children, travel well; be safe; be happy. I'll resurrect this Blog - albeit under a slightly different name - to keep you and other far-away family up to date with photos and stories of our girls, and life here in the Northern Rivers.

(For the readers not up to date with developments: I now live at 308 with my much-loved John. Hans, when in Australia, lives at The Myth, and when in Portugal, with his beautiful Niki).