Geoff McVeigh
Coollamon War Memorial
Narrandera War Memorial Ceramic fountain (donated by RH Hankinson in 1922)
Sunset from South Broulee
Yellow Robin
Mt Wandera at sunset from Broulee Hill
Mt Wandera at sunset from Broulee Hill 2
Sunrise at North Broulee
Moruya Bridge at sunset
Bridge at Batemans Bay
Coles Supermarket East Street 103 (formerly Solomon Richards Departmental Store established in 1889 built in 1926) Narrandera
East St 162 Narrandera
Wally’s Junk Art Dalek at Rankins Springs
Conapaira Hotel (built 1941) at Rankins Springs
Red Necked Avocets at Fivebough Wetlands at Leeton
Red Necked Avocet at Fivebough Wetlands at Leeton 2
Black Snakes (j) at Tidbinbilla
Red Bellied Black Snake hunting at Eurobodalla Regional Botanic Gardens
Ermington Plumbing
I’m getting a Maremma puppy from the same sire and dam as my mates one in the photo.
Stephen O’Gallagher
Trash Pandas, Riverside Park Manhattan. Second litter of the season.
Fishing 72
Mid nineties and Exmouth was getting too hot with the approaching summer so we bolted South. Decided on Augusta just down the end of the Cape region from Margaret River. Rocked up in town, straight to the real estate to try and find a rental. The town was empty except for a fella who walked over to our Hilux whilst my lady was in the real estate. He told me he was a cray boat skipper and was chasing a deck hand. Because I looked like a surfer he thought I might understand the ocean and offered me a job.
My missus came back to the car, introductions all round. She said there were a couple of good options for a house amongst a three quarter empty town of retirees. The place we liked wouldn’t be available for a couple of days. New mate the skipper said we could bunk at his place till then. We all went to his place and he piled on a seafood feast and pumped us full of piss and smoke.
We moved into the place in the photo. Cost us $90 per week. That’s the Southern Ocean out front, Indian Ocean a couple of kilometres to the West.
I worked crays around that corner of the Southern and Indian Oceans. Tasked with raising pots and trying to not lose an arm in the winch as the heaving seas did their best to throw you overboard. Dragging pots over the side of a pitching cray boat and shoving frozen cow’s lips in bait holders before throwing them back into the brine. Wet lining for fin fish on the full moons when the crays go quiet. The skipper loved to get loose and we were often pulling pots or Dhu fish in wild water whilst he swigged from a bottle. Cray sandwiches and bongs for morning tea.
We found some crazy waves on remote stretches of coast from his boat. My lady got work at the little bakery in town. Her boss was a swinger and forever trying to inveigle us in her bizarre sexual relations which we managed to dodge on party nights.
I grew up few sneaky plants in the bush up the road and got nicely lost one night when I went to check on them after the pub closed. Turns out it’s hard to navigate anonymous scrub by moonlight with a gut full of Emu Bitter.
Our next door neighbours were some of the only other younger crew in town. A pot smoking artist and his fiery-spirited Spanish girlfriend. I’d be home from work before midday and if there was no waves we’d have a spectacular Spanish style extended lunch. Paella, wine and hash whilst listening to Beuna Vista Social Club or Edith Piaf. She hated yuppies and would have passionate outbursts about their impact on the world . Because she was Spanish she always pronounced it juppies.
Summer came to a close and we we’re heading back North. The real estate told us the place we had rented was for sale for $120K. We didn’t have that kind of money and weren’t interested in debt slowing down our lifestyle.
Great summer.
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