Just a quiet little stream that almost makes it to the see. At dusk the smooth waters gives off a great reflection.
Just a brief post to talk about what I saw in sky this morning. A friend sent me a link about a celestial event taking place in our skies at the moment. Well actually there are two events: one, the its Aquariid meteor shower and, two, the Comet Swan. This is the biggest comet we have had for some time and as it is unlikely to visit again for a few thousand years, I thought I’d get up and have a look.
After a restless night, I dragged myself out and down to the beach. There are few street lights in the village and so light pollution was never going to be an issue.
I set up the gear and watched and waited. At around 5:00am I noticed a fast moving light in the sky. Thinking that its was a satellite I aimed the camera around to pick up a shot. It was then that I noticed another, and another, and another. Pretty soon there were around ten or more all following the same trajectory across the heavens. Too high and fast for a plane, but too low to be on the same altitude as the space station.
To make it even more interesting, these lights seemed to just pop out of the night sky at exactly the same place like emerging from a worm hole in the sky. WEIRD!!!
By the time it was all over, there must have been almost fifty of these lights which headed north by north east and disappeared from view far to the north.
As the sun began to taint the darkness of the sky with a dirty orange haze, the temperature dropped what seemed a dozen degrees. The dawn arrives very slowly at the lower latitudes and the sky took on a golden hue at a snail pace while the cold began to seep into every joint. I had decided to take a time lapse of the day’s awakening but as time dragged on I soon came to regret the decision. My feet were the first to suffer as they quietly stopped letting me know they were still attached. Next came the shins with feeling that a slight tap with a hammer would shatter them like glass. I took to jumping up and down on the sand until I noticed a watcher on the lookout above the beach, no doubt wondering if she should call for the men in white coats.
The answer came later that day after talking with my son. We ruled out planes and space stations and were reluctant to go down the road of UFO’s but with the lack of other evidence there were few other options.
Then a breakthrough in a post from a news outlet in South Carolina who had also seen a photo in a similar vein. It turns out that Space Ex have a huge number of satellites racing around the world bringing us all a broadband service. This morning they just happened across my patch of sky
The South Coast of NSW is idyllic in that it is not so far from the big centres of Sydney or Canberra yet seems a whole world away from the hustle and bustle of twenty-first-century living. More than that, there is a plethora of tiny bays and hideaways all along the coast between the small town centres that provide the necessities of everyday life. It is in one of these places that I have come to relax and recuperate.
In this crazy world we are living in, with pandemic conditions calling everything we have known into question, I have found myself living in this perfect place for self isolation. Someone suggested that this is really an excuse for me to indulge in a reclusive lifestyle and there may well be some truth in what she said.
As I write this, I am lying back in a hammock, over looking the garden, and watching the parade of parrots, pigeons, and other birds that come to feed from the seed feeder hanging from the rafters.
The news that keeps popping up on the banner headlines is almost exclusively about the Corvid-19 virus and what we may or may not expect over the next few weeks. As the reality of it all begins to sink in, I find myself thankful for this place and it’s quiet solitude.
One thing that is a positive is the time it gives to catch up on all those things that procrastination has allowed me to put off…. writing this instalment for example.. with just the birds for company, I can sit back in the hammock and write away to my heart’s content
I can walk on the beach, bush walk or simply stay at home mowing the lawns or doing some online courses that hopefully may pave a new pathway forward for me. Contrast this with the lives that so many others have to lead, particularly those in the health care field, putting themselves in harms way on a daily basis, and one gets a truly different perspective of what life is about.
If I should find myself in a country wide lock down I can think of few place that would be better to be than where I am right now. Keep safe people and take this thing seriously. It may not be you who feels the effects…. but it may be someone close
After spending the last four years as a Trainer/Assessor, my voice has finally gone from a sexy growl to a downright rasp. Time then to take stock at what is important in the work/life balance and so have decided to tip the scales more in favour of the life scale. To that end, I have taken a few months off to rejuvenate and headed south to a little village on the NSW South Coast. I am house sitting for a relative who is away for a bit so it has worked out nicely.
Now I would tell you the name of the village but no one here is keen to see the crowds that exposure would bring. Suffice to say, it is a sleepy little village that somehow managed to survive the fires that ravaged this part of the coast earlier this summer. Surrounded by burned out National Parks, this village is nestled in a small oasis of bush where the native fauna and flora can recuperate peacefully as they rebuild their numbers. The fire ground is starting to show signs of life although there are many places where there seems to be little green showing through.
Waking early when there is little that needs urgent attention seems so much easier and, to make the most of the day, the lake calls for a spot of fishing. The choice here is to fish the shore, paddle the kayak about or perhaps take a surf caster to the ocean to try for a tailor or two.
The easy option is always fishing the lake shore where this morning it yielded two nice flathead; not big, but big enough for the pan.
Now it doesn’t come much fresher than hooked at 0730, on the barbecue at 0830, and eaten before 0900.
And so it would seem that the work balance is fading fast as an appealing option for this traveller. Maybe it is time to get serious about seeing what there is in this world. Please leave me a “Like” as that is what it takes to get a blog like this off the ground. Would love to hear comments you may have about your travel experiences.