Posted on December 12, 2015
You can still smell the sweat and feel hard work that has gone into the property as you wander around the Seaton Farm. Farming in the late depression years was challenging. The Seatons worked the land, built the structures, created dams and these marvellous fences.
This property is a credit to the Seatons and their endurance, courage and tirelessness.
The property is part of the Weddin Mountains National Park (near Grenfell NSW), probably more famous for Ben Hall’s Cave. The walk to the farm and its surrounds captured my imagination more than the cave.
Posted on April 2, 2015
Eighteen kilometres of steep and winding road (sealed thankfully) will get you to the crest of the Paluma Range (inland to the north west from Townsville). Within an hour of being there in the late afternoon, the mist rolled in. The sounds were deadened and silence prevailed through the night. The air was cool and crisp, unlike the coast it rose above. Walking in the forests was rewarding with birds high in the tree tops, waterfalls and fungi adorning what it could find.
During WW2 the Paluma Range provided a critical communications point for wartime operations in the Pacific.
Posted on March 27, 2015
This accommodation was comfortably sitting on the beach at Dunk Island looking south across to the more exclusive Bedarra Island. Not a bad way to spend some time away from it all on a near deserted tropical island!
Posted on August 9, 2014
Posted on June 14, 2014
With the backdrop of long and straight slag heaps from mining operations, a town still bustles. There are reminders of tough times and times which produced wealth and stature (and statues atop buildings) in the far western New South Wales town.
Corrugated iron remains a dominant feature on the landscape whether it be as fences in back alleys, or as houses which have stood the test of time, or on old roof tops which are colouring gracefully with age.
Many of the town’s mining operations have now closed but they still dominate the landscape as reminders. So do the street names, which are all mineral inspired, as you might anticipate. Navigating around Broken Hill is like reading a periodic table.
The human footprint rather than nature dominate this town in the desert.
Posted on May 23, 2014
Posted on May 13, 2014
Hot, dry and remote, you imagine Bourke in western NSW to be desolate and dusty. Driving in from Cobar I glanced to the right and spied this great roadside display. It offered a very warm and inviting welcome and was somewhat unexpected.
Wheelbarrows, bathtubs and washing machine barrels, overflowing with marigolds defied the images I had in my mind about this far western town in NSW.
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