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Sally D’s Mobile Challenge: The Long Paddock

As I’ve said earlier, I did not use the mobile phone camera very much on our trip at Easter.

These photos lend themselves to Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge: Black & White. 

Firstly, a normal person would clean their windscreen before embarking on a long trip home. It did not occur to me. These images have a lovely knocked about patina as a result. Sometimes you can be lucky. As you can see from the image in the header, the colours came out looking like they came out of a 1980s album!  The time was between 10 and 11 in the morning.

looking through the windscreen at cattle on the roadsides

approaching cattle on ‘the long paddock’

 

Wikipedia says…

In Australia, the Travelling Stock Route (TSR) is an authorised thoroughfare for the walking of domestic livestock such as sheep or cattle from one location to another. The TSRs are known collectively as “The Long Paddock”.

A Travelling Stock Route may be easily distinguished from an ordinary country road by the fact that the grassy verges on either side of the road are very much wider, and the property fences being set back much further from the roadside than is usual. The reason for this is so that the livestock may feed on the vegetation that grows on the verges as they travel.

 

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These three photos were taken on our homeward journey but we did pass through cattle when we arrived, too. I was in too big a hurry to stop for photos and even these were taken after I stopped and snatched up the Nokia Lumia 530 Windows Phone from my door pocket.

One has to drive with caution, though, with cattle on the road. We had to watch out for kangaroos when we left home, and cattle when nearly at our destination – now vise versa.

While the long paddocks are primarily for the movement of stock, these cattle are out because of the dry conditions. Local farmers get special grazing permission when feed is scarce. They are watched during the day and are probably taken off the roads at night.

cows on roadside

Outside Condobolin, NSW

 

I have had a little ‘droving’ experience.

Once as a kid, I went with my dad droving sheep for a day or two. Dad encouraged sheep from neighbouring farms to join us, probably so he could steal them at the end of the drive.

In a long drought, during my first marriage, I used to take our sheep out to graze on the roadsides in front of our property. I did this most days for weeks, with Mr X taking them out at weekends if he wasn’t working.

We returned home using different roads and discovered that there are tourist information boards along a main Long Paddock route. There were also some wonderful statues honouring the role of the paddocks. Next time, I will stop at every single one!

Have a good day.  🙂

 

 

 

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Condobolin, NSW: Part Two (Condo750)

You know that lovely fuzzy feel you wake up to on the mornings of a longed-for holiday?  So it was on my  second morning waking in the tent at Condobolin, New South Wales, on Easter Saturday.

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First, it was the corellas calling and for a second or two I thought I was in Mortlake visiting my daughter. A kookaburra laughs and I remember that I am in Condobolin – affectionately known as Condo – and am visiting my brother. And then the sound of engines begin and I know it is 6:30am and the Condo750 rally has begun.

I put on the kettle and harness the dog before unzipping the tent. We have been spoiled for camping since we began using powered sites. We have one of those ‘Eurobeds’ and plugging it into the power for the inflation and deflation was a delight. Comfy but, like all airbeds, so cold. We came prepared for that, this time, with ample underlays and warm nightwear. It’s lovely to have power to make toast and boil the kettle. Sure beats having to get up and get the campfire going before getting any caffeine into the system. We left the microwave at home, but  did consider bringing it!

 

we could see the Condo750 rally leave from the tent

we could see the Condo750 rally start line from the tent

 

The Condo 750 off-road rally has been around since 1988, and the date seems moveable according to other local events. We didn’t know it was on until we arrived. This year, the event used the sporting reserve across the road from us.  We didn’t actually go in to the event, though on Sunday we thought we would have a look and buy a proper coffee. We walked across, but I let the signs banning dogs sway me. Only later, when we visited another park on the other side of the river, I saw lots of dogs in there, anyway. I wasn’t that keen to go in.

The river is at our backs when facing the road, but it sweeps around on our left and skirts the sports ground.

 

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We drank our coffee and watched the participants leave – the cars going one direction and the bikes going the other.  The circuits are mostly on private property and the farmers have moved stock out of the way for the weekend.  There were quad bikes, motorbikes, 4WDs and buggies. They returned to the sports ground for lunch and between laps. It is a navigational race and you need skill for that. Some of the tracks through the properties can barely be seen so it must be harder for the first ones through – have to hope someone has dragged a tyre over the worse bits to give a bit of definition to the course, and hope wild goats haven’t eaten any marker tape left on bushes.

 

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The race attracts some Dakar Rally and the Australasian Safari which are both extreme off-road rallies. On Sunday, the ‘motos’ and ‘autos’ swap tracks, but we were blessed with a slightly later start time. Because the caravan park is set well back from the road, the noise wasn’t a nuisance, but then again, I am fairly deaf.

 

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helicopter adding to the engine noise

 

The sun rose and my interest soon moved to capturing  the orange morning sunlight and shadow.

 

rising sun

 

sunlight on trees behind our tent, looking towards the bend in the river

behind our tent, looking towards the bend in the river

 

I’m sorry that I was too lazy to get some great closeups of the rally vehicles. I was content to watch from afar amid this glorious wooded setting.

After our toast and coffee, we took turns minding the dog while the other showered. I investigated the dog show section at  the caravan park.

To be continued …

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1970 Sketchbook: Grandma’s ducks

Hello people.

I am pleased to report that my 1970 sketchbook has been found and is unscathed by mice.  Today I’m sharing Grandma’s ducks – those white ones with crinkly red wattles on their faces.

In 1970, I was aged 15. These are nearly my favourite images from the sketchbook because they invoke such a wonderful memory.

 

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1970 Grandma’s duck

 

As you can imagine, I was a bit horrified to find that – sometime later – I have gone over my sketches with a red ballpoint pen!!!   OMG.

 

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1970 Grandma’s ducks

 

When I was younger, Grandma had these ducks in her backyard – lots of them – and it stunk of muddy water and duck shit. One had to navigate along the duck yard fence to get to the outhouse right down the back. Grandma sold the eggs and probably eating ducks, too.

 

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1970 Grandma’s duck

 

I drew these from life, obviously bearing the stink okay. Also obvious is the fact that I had better synapses between my eye, brain and hand at 15 than I do at 61.

I hope you enjoyed seeing these, as I intend giving you a page each week.

Have a good day.  🙂

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