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humour,art,gardens, books and whatever idle thoughts float through my mind (it's a very draughty mind.)



Or, as is more likely to be heard in the northern parts of Australia: “Strewth! It’s bloody hot already!” Indeed it is. Some areas are getting the storms and some are getting left out.

I went with a couple of friends yesterday to see some linocuts which had been printed by a road roller. We drove south, watching the darkening clouds, quite expecting to get wet, but the clouds rolled away and dropped their load somewhere else. What I call Clayton’s storms.*

And the prints we’d expected to see were not on display! ¬†We’d got the date wrong. Oops! So next week, perhaps we’ll try again.

There was a small exhibition by two local artists and the local handcraft store was open and we found a place to have some lunch so it was not a wasted day.

We were having lunch the other day when the garbage truck roared up the street and it was not our usual platypus-decorated one.So I grabbed the camera and raced out, bare feet hopping on the hot stones,just in time to catch this


A bit fuzzy, but this truck ‘s scene depicts the Mackay Marina. I wonder how many cities have such swish garbage trucks?

In my last post I didn’t think to mention how I carry my alcohol. Literally speaking! In England a few years ago, I often popped into a small supermarket near my bus stop and got a couple of bottles of wine and some cheese, olives, grapes. The small necessities of life. And this supermarket is one that sells mostly “Fair Trade” comestibles.They also sold strongly-made cotton canvas six- bottle bags and I brought two back with me.They’ve been in regular use for over three years and show no signs of wear.Wish I’d brought more as everyone seems to want one!

Anyway, yesterday, I spotted thisIMG_0497.JPG

A two-bottle wine bag with a sense of humour. Mr LX, I’m sure your machine could do this! ūüôā

I’m on watering duty for my neighbour and it’s time to swap out some hoses so I’ll leave you with a quick pic of a new Callistemon in my garden. It’s called Taree Pink, should any locals want to plant one. This is an accurate photo of its colour.IMG_0495.JPG


And the title of this post? Here’s a little musical accompaniment. I think you can follow the old English.Feel free to join the singers. Perhaps even skip about.

I’m going to christen my new pizza stone. Thanks for the tips, Mr.LX




*the storm you have when you’re not having a storm ¬†see here:




Of course, “normal” may be interpreted in several ways…but for my purposes, let’s just say that I am now able to see a blean* at the end of the tunnel.

I tend to be one of those people who, when they see their plate has room for more, pile on more. Sometimes lots more. I’m not talking about the avoirdupois gluttony.No,no,no! The tendency to think I can tackle more than I can in the time I have available.That sort of more. And before I know it, my faint blean has become a ruddy bonfire, the sort that alerted towns miles along the coast that the enemy was in sight.

So, I’m relying on images to fill the space!

Yesterday morning,The Man suggested a walk down to the beach.So I put the little camera in my pocket…


A Cairo vine.I think it’s ¬†pretty, but it’s a frightful pest when it gets away!Here, it’s slugging it out with native mangroves along a drain.



This is Sunset Beach, looking north to ¬†Bucasia. Technically, when the tide is out, you could get across the inlet to Bucasia Beach. A crocodile might fancy you as a snack though…


These caught my eye.They look a little like cashews. But they aren’t.And I still don’t know what they are! Gnomes’ hats, maybe…


Pyrostegia venusta . I’m guessing that, unless people prune it, next year that fence will be entirely draped in glowing orange flowers.



Calliandra Not sure which, but probably C. haematocephala.


When they say “beachfront living” this must be what they mean.Nice, innit?


There is a local Embroidery Guild chapter whose members are very active. Here, we see a representation of a running dog, worked in tiny French Knots. No? How about a representation of a running dog, by Mick Tyris?

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“Here be pirates!” Well, a pirate’s hat.


I’ll leave you with the local Surf Life Savers’ clubhouse. If you squint through the trees you can see the Pub With the Million Dollar View, my local watering hole, high on the cliff behind the clubhouse.


Not a bad Sunday morning saunter. Mind you, the smell of sizzling bacon wafting from several places almost undid my resolve!



*  those of you who have read Liff will know.




Hello! Yes, it’s moi, returned from the wilderness of cyberpurgatory. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say “boneyard” since great swathes of my toy’s hard drive were cluttered up with useless, dead or not -activated¬†¬†programmes. All swept clean now.And if it knows what’s good for it it will not get in a mess again.

So, once back in harness (keep that word in mind) I had some messages in a queue… among them was this¬†

Of course the wonderful Mr Hoffnung sprang to mind.And if I don’t keep a tight rein I’ll be wandering down that lane all day.

There was/is a lovely art exhibition touring and I was pleased to see it.Twice! Various artists have produced works influenced by past and proposed coal mines in a particular area of Queensland. Here is a link to Bimblebox, a nature reserve that is under dire threat by proposed mining leases.  and a map, just in case your geography is sketchy!IMG_4671

My last post (No, Muriel, you needn’t blow the bugle.Different sort of pos-put that bugle away! NURSE!) …my previous post slid in under your radar, didn’t it? I thought someone might pick up on the oblique reference.Maybe my readers are not Psalm readers?

Dashing away again, I’m afraid. But I’ll leave you with another ¬†Hoffnung classic.You’re welcome.








Rather like my life, really. Well, certainly like my front room! I did start to clear away the detritus of framing, wrapping and stacking work for the little exhibition. Then realised that quite a lot of the bits and pieces might as well stay where they were since I’ll be using most of them when I start assembling the books (three sets of -eek!).

I took some time out on Sunday to head to the Marina. Why? Well, The Man had his Mustang down there as part of a small fund-raiser.* Not exactly a classic car show, but there was a fair bit of interest in the shiny toys…

My first thought when I saw this? “I hope the hand brake holds!”

A ’65 fastback.Considerably beefed-up. Quite a “bird-puller.”¬†


And this, for all the little kids! (And some big ones.)

And it wouldn’t be the seaside with ice cream, would it?


Somehow, not as romantic as Antonio’s ice cream cart…

I wandered over to that net-wide emporium of vulgarity (Youtube) and this was about the best on offer. That’s a bloke singing! I noted that, beneath the clip, it read: best suited to old folks’ homes.

And for readers too young to recall…here’s a quick sketch of the old-fashioned kind of ice cream cart.


There is something in this that “speaks” to me. I love work like Brian Dettmer’s fabulous carved books and Cecelia Levey’s delicate paper sculptures. But this, on so many levels, is very “me.” Perhaps because I recognise some of these old Victorian streets, perhaps because it’s quirky. But mainly, I think, because the books remain readable books. …Hooray for Daniel Speight! ¬†¬†

I think it’s time I teased you again…what is this?


As usual, post your guess in comments.


* One of the Marina shop owners was taking donations to assist a breast cancer patient.



I bought a travel box of water colours the other day and thought it would probably be a good idea to try them!

Long ago, in another lifetime, I was an artist’s model/assistant. No, not apprentice, because that would imply that I was taught.¬†¬†No, I was more… the go-fer. And the first thing I did learn was that Winsor and Newton was the be-all, end-all name in water colours. Dispatched one day for a tube of Alizaron Crimson, I came home with a tube of the colour by Reeves. Oops!

Anyway, it stuck with me and when the only travel box in town that was within my price range was a Reeves product…the clock’s hands went backwards and I hesitated.

I did a quick sketch of the silk orchid that lives on my desk. If you’re curious, you’ll find it above, on the “sketches” page.

Last year, when pruning/hacking back the Hibiscus mutabilis , I poked a few of the trimmings into the soil. Seven bits, apparently, all now flowering. No discernible fragrance, but oh! so lovely to see!

The flowers open early morning, a pure white until around noon (this photo was taken then), but as the sun heads west the petals take on, at first, a delicate blush, becoming a deep madder by late afternoon.

Here’s a ¬†view at 2pm…

And one at 4pm…

Tomorrow they will look like this…

And now…it’s bedtime.

Thursday-update about spiders for Ian. The squeamish(you, Daisyfae!) are warned. The brave can go here

I was messing with camera settings – this is the H.mutabilis, not a Mecanopsis¬†Look at those legs! I feel much better about mine now! ūüôā



Why? Because I’ve made contact after a long, long hiatus, with some old friends. And because I can!

Funny, sometimes, how one name or sound can conjure another and your past suddenly spills into the here and now.

I heard a young kid scraping a violin at the mall. A notice propped up on his fiddle case read: foR music lesSon. (I was tempted to toss in an extra coin for signage!)

But my mind had one of those dazzling flash-backs and I was sitting in an art class with the new art teacher. He also played violin and, I think as an ice-breaker, had brought his instrument to class.

He played a few notes then passed the violin to the nearest girl. “Have a try,” he invited. She scraped the bow across the strings. Yep, that’s the sound you’re all thinking! The violin went around the class and no one mentioned Jim.

My turn. More finger nails on a blackboard. I passed it to Jim and whispered “Play ‘Cindy.’ ”

He adjusted the strings, drew the bow across (for effect) and launched into a current hit tune. We all sang. Not sure that there was any drawing done that day…

And the song? Well, it was quite a hit for Eddie Fisher and it survives on Youtube.


For an embarrassingly long time I drove past these, thinking they were propellers. Ignoramus! They are, in fact, giant-sized “fish bones.”

By Fiona Foley, who also created the  Pod (below) further along the Trail.

Mangrove Pod, Mackay Bluewater Quay, Fiona Foley

Image from here.  Have I mentioned before that I love public art?

We haven’t had a “mystery pic” for a while, have we? Let’s see what’s in the junk folder that I can tease you with…

OK…you know the drill. Tell us in comments what you think it is. I’ll let this run til Monday.

And do scoot across to the cats’ blog to see a rather lovely little video.



Yes, this blog suffers from abandonment. If I viewed blogging as a “job” I might write more regularly. But then it would not be the fun that it (mostly!) is.

That doesn’t mean that I would not consider ¬†paid work again…

Who’s up for another little guessing game? Nobody? Too bad, you’re going to get one!

Not a spider this time. Mind you, if you’ve been ¬†into ¬†the funny stuff ¬†you might see spiders this colourful! Leave your guesses in the comments and I’ll post the answer on Friday.

We’re doing a little revamping Chez Dinahmow. No major building work, but a concerted effort to tidy some of the muddle. And, believe me, it is a veritable “bugger’s muddle.” Too many things with no proper home. I mean, c’mon, who would collect beautiful art and keep it packed away in boxes! Yes, guilty, as charged.

Until yesterday…

But now my artists books have  their very own home.

Display cabinet

Our floor has one or two uneven spots (we know this from the highly technical method of ball-rolling) and the cabinet is at present chocked with some of Sporran’s ripped-up cardboard.

But until we do something a little more permanent…

some of my collection  on display

four books from the current round of the BookArtObject  exchange  

and some from last year’s exchange.

I’ll have to rotate ¬†things as this cabinet is nowhere near big enough for everything. And I’ll need to devise ¬†slightly more professional mini-plinths than the current plastic kitchenware! But it is lovely to see my treasures.

In case anyone is wondering what has happened to the ¬†print that used to hang in this spot… it is in the queue of ¬†paintings, prints, photographs waiting to be re-hung. The framing tape on some needs to be replaced and there are new works to be hung.

I was saddened and extremely annoyed the other day when The Man and I ¬†pulled up beside a python on the road, just metres from our house. Some bastard had run over it. To judge by the tyre marks it was a deliberate act. But I picked it up and carried across the road, down to the treeline above the mangroves. At least the carrion scavengers could pick at it there without themselves suffering fatal “Dunlops Disease.” *

dead python   Morelia spilota

Now, because Dinah doesn’t like to go out on a sad note and because we all need a laugh and, most importantly, Dinah needs a drink…here’s that ¬†great comic duo getting up ¬†some pretentious noses. Enjoy!

* A term coined by a former Parks Ranger for anything run over on our roads.