It appears opportune and necessary to once again mention the Bright Takeaway. The food is of a very high standard and the proprietors make a huge effort to ensure their food is of the best quality. Some years ago I wrote that this establishment prepared and served fish and chips, especially fish as good as any place south of Eden and that has not altered. The quality of the food has not slipped at all. It is still the best fish and chips, equal to Eden though it's far from the sea.
Whenever we are in Bright, barring few occasions we indulge ourselves in buying our lunch from the Bright Takeaway and we have never been presented with a meal that wasn't a pleasure to consume from that establishment. I would recommend it most highly, as I have before, some years ago.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Morning in Spring...
When I wake and walk out into the main area of the cottage, which has no
internal doors and the walls are filled with bookshelves. I noted as happens
every morning for the last month, Digby's head come out from under the
blanket and cushions on the couch surveying the area round about trying to
locate me. Being a wombat, even though a baby, he relies mostly on his
hearing and sense of smell, and as I get dressed he homes in to the sound of
this or any movements which cause the floor boards to creak. Then runs in the
direction of these movements or noise with obvious joy and expectation of
finding what he suspects, which is me. I play with him in the spare room for
a while, allowing him to attack the cushion supplied for this purpose and
then flop on his back and permit me to scratch not only his tummy, but his
sides and back as well. Then he is up again, running in figure 8 circles and
attacking the cushion, and flops on his back again and so it goes for 20 or
more minutes. But I can't play all morning - he must get out to feed and I
must feed the poultry.
This morning the wind is fierce as it travels along the road at the bottom of
the hill, flaying the trees that line it. Rosella's are scarce, possibly
because of the waving branches, and they leave the seed I have placed for
them on the bird platform lay as it has been put down. The Pekin bantams run
toward me as I broadcast seed for their enjoyment, and Zoe our half grown
poddy lamb comes and feeds with them, picking up individual seed off the
ground.
The wind here today has travelled down from the north, through the dry desert
centre of the continent, picking up and playing with the heat that was
radiated from the sand at the point where it was hottest, where it met the
rays of the sun. This zephyr played for a while, carrying the heat as it
headed south, into the more moist areas and states and to where the land
meets the sea. It moved below the clouds leaving them undisturbed and
gathered strength on it's journey and when it reached the mountains here in
the south eastern corner of the country it was like dragons breath, hot but
sweet from the lands it had explored.
Carrying the crushed maize and the water into the paddock where the goose and
her gosling are in a pen that keeps them both out of harms way which is a
hungry fox, I see there are 20 Australian wood ducks on the almost dry dam
wall. Flitting amongst the apple and Tagasaste trees there are all manner of
wrens and honey eaters taking advantage of the shelter from the hot wind
which becomes tamed as it partly penetrates shield of trees around and in the
dam orchard. It's a dry, but still wonderful spring.
internal doors and the walls are filled with bookshelves. I noted as happens
every morning for the last month, Digby's head come out from under the
blanket and cushions on the couch surveying the area round about trying to
locate me. Being a wombat, even though a baby, he relies mostly on his
hearing and sense of smell, and as I get dressed he homes in to the sound of
this or any movements which cause the floor boards to creak. Then runs in the
direction of these movements or noise with obvious joy and expectation of
finding what he suspects, which is me. I play with him in the spare room for
a while, allowing him to attack the cushion supplied for this purpose and
then flop on his back and permit me to scratch not only his tummy, but his
sides and back as well. Then he is up again, running in figure 8 circles and
attacking the cushion, and flops on his back again and so it goes for 20 or
more minutes. But I can't play all morning - he must get out to feed and I
must feed the poultry.
This morning the wind is fierce as it travels along the road at the bottom of
the hill, flaying the trees that line it. Rosella's are scarce, possibly
because of the waving branches, and they leave the seed I have placed for
them on the bird platform lay as it has been put down. The Pekin bantams run
toward me as I broadcast seed for their enjoyment, and Zoe our half grown
poddy lamb comes and feeds with them, picking up individual seed off the
ground.
The wind here today has travelled down from the north, through the dry desert
centre of the continent, picking up and playing with the heat that was
radiated from the sand at the point where it was hottest, where it met the
rays of the sun. This zephyr played for a while, carrying the heat as it
headed south, into the more moist areas and states and to where the land
meets the sea. It moved below the clouds leaving them undisturbed and
gathered strength on it's journey and when it reached the mountains here in
the south eastern corner of the country it was like dragons breath, hot but
sweet from the lands it had explored.
Carrying the crushed maize and the water into the paddock where the goose and
her gosling are in a pen that keeps them both out of harms way which is a
hungry fox, I see there are 20 Australian wood ducks on the almost dry dam
wall. Flitting amongst the apple and Tagasaste trees there are all manner of
wrens and honey eaters taking advantage of the shelter from the hot wind
which becomes tamed as it partly penetrates shield of trees around and in the
dam orchard. It's a dry, but still wonderful spring.
The cold touch of winter is on the bare skin, invigorating and not unwelcome. Autumn is relinquishing it's hold on this speck of dust where we live in the universe and slowly moving on. There is much yellow in the landscape and some red as well, a yellow, red landscape on a green background, constantly changing, the yellow and red increasing for a time then decreasing and finally gone, only the grey green hillsides remaining to enchant our senses. The yellow and red are the European trees settling in to rest, the eucalypts are as ever grey green with some sprouting light green foliage that will also carry the flower buds for next years generation of their kind. The blossom will mean nectar for the bees, and honey for the beekeepers. Not all eucalypts are growing or budding, each is a different type and each needs different stimuli to grow and bud.
Jake, one of our recently released wombats is sojourning under the cottage this morning. He has dug a burrow under the concrete slab, it's one of his places to sleep during the daylight hours, he has several burrows over the hills, and he stays in them all, over a period of weeks. Percival will be next to go out into the wider world, and Titch and Sebastian have a way to go yet, another 12 or so months before they are released back into their land and forest, which they share with us.
There is a lot of feed about for the native animals at the moment, kangaroos and wombats are well fed on green grasses of various kinds and the possums must be finding plenty to eat as well, because they're not coming in to harvest the ripe or ripening apples which are dragging down the branches of the parent trees.
The older hens have stopped laying and the young pullets are just beginning to lay and will supply our eggs over winter. The sheep are fat and the wool has been sent away to be sold. We have a pantry full of preserved fruit and though no goats yet, have found a supplier of goats milk. The mountain is free of snow still, though we don't expect that to last much longer and hope to be able to go over twice more before snow will make the journey too long and arduous with wheel chains fitted to allow us passage to our favourite town in which to do our fortnightly shop. Winter is the time we head toward the coast and the main population centre in that direction to top up with the things we need and can't supply ourselves.
There is much to do during the winter, cleaning up the areas round the shed and cottage in preparation for the summer, when we expect we will again be under some kind of threat from wild fires. We live very much in one season preparing for the next, but it's always different, always exciting wondering what the next day will bring, and what lies ahead - if we're spared.
Jake, one of our recently released wombats is sojourning under the cottage this morning. He has dug a burrow under the concrete slab, it's one of his places to sleep during the daylight hours, he has several burrows over the hills, and he stays in them all, over a period of weeks. Percival will be next to go out into the wider world, and Titch and Sebastian have a way to go yet, another 12 or so months before they are released back into their land and forest, which they share with us.
There is a lot of feed about for the native animals at the moment, kangaroos and wombats are well fed on green grasses of various kinds and the possums must be finding plenty to eat as well, because they're not coming in to harvest the ripe or ripening apples which are dragging down the branches of the parent trees.
The older hens have stopped laying and the young pullets are just beginning to lay and will supply our eggs over winter. The sheep are fat and the wool has been sent away to be sold. We have a pantry full of preserved fruit and though no goats yet, have found a supplier of goats milk. The mountain is free of snow still, though we don't expect that to last much longer and hope to be able to go over twice more before snow will make the journey too long and arduous with wheel chains fitted to allow us passage to our favourite town in which to do our fortnightly shop. Winter is the time we head toward the coast and the main population centre in that direction to top up with the things we need and can't supply ourselves.
There is much to do during the winter, cleaning up the areas round the shed and cottage in preparation for the summer, when we expect we will again be under some kind of threat from wild fires. We live very much in one season preparing for the next, but it's always different, always exciting wondering what the next day will bring, and what lies ahead - if we're spared.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Autumn moving on...
The cold touch of winter is on the bare skin, invigorating and not unwelcome. Autumn is relinquishing it's hold on this speck of dust where we live in the universe and slowly moving on. There is much yellow in the landscape and some red as well, a yellow, red landscape on a green background, constantly changing, the yellow and red increasing for a time then decreasing and finally gone, only the grey green hillsides remaining to enchant our senses. The yellow and red are the European trees settling in to rest, the eucalypts are as ever grey green with some sprouting light green foliage that will also carry the flower buds for next years generation of their kind. The blossom will mean nectar for the bees, and honey for the beekeepers. Not all eucalypts are growing or budding, each is a different type and each needs different stimuli to grow and bud.
Jake, one of our recently released wombats is sojourning under the cottage this morning. He has dug a burrow under the concrete slab, it's one of his places to sleep during the daylight hours, he has several burrows over the hills, and he stays in them all, over a period of weeks. Percival will be next to go out into the wider world, and Titch and Sebastian have a way to go yet, another 12 or so months before they are released back into their land and forest, which they share with us.
There is a lot of feed about for the native animals at the moment, kangaroos and wombats are well fed on green grasses of various kinds and the possums must be finding plenty to eat as well, because they're not coming in to harvest the ripe or ripening apples which are dragging down the branches of the parent trees.
The older hens have stopped laying and the young pullets are just beginning to lay and will supply our eggs over winter. The sheep are fat and the wool has been sent away to be sold. We have a pantry full of preserved fruit and though no goats yet, have found a supplier of goats milk. The mountain is free of snow still, though we don't expect that to last much longer and hope to be able to go over twice more before snow will make the journey too long and arduous with wheel chains fitted to allow us passage to our favourite town in which to do our fortnightly shop. Winter is the time we head toward the coast and the main population centre in that direction to top up with the things we need and can't supply ourselves.
There is much to do during the winter, cleaning up the areas round the shed and cottage in preparation for the summer, when we expect we will again be under some kind of threat from wild fires. We live very much in one season preparing for the next, but it's always different, always exciting wondering what the next day will bring, and what lies ahead - if we're spared.
Jake, one of our recently released wombats is sojourning under the cottage this morning. He has dug a burrow under the concrete slab, it's one of his places to sleep during the daylight hours, he has several burrows over the hills, and he stays in them all, over a period of weeks. Percival will be next to go out into the wider world, and Titch and Sebastian have a way to go yet, another 12 or so months before they are released back into their land and forest, which they share with us.
There is a lot of feed about for the native animals at the moment, kangaroos and wombats are well fed on green grasses of various kinds and the possums must be finding plenty to eat as well, because they're not coming in to harvest the ripe or ripening apples which are dragging down the branches of the parent trees.
The older hens have stopped laying and the young pullets are just beginning to lay and will supply our eggs over winter. The sheep are fat and the wool has been sent away to be sold. We have a pantry full of preserved fruit and though no goats yet, have found a supplier of goats milk. The mountain is free of snow still, though we don't expect that to last much longer and hope to be able to go over twice more before snow will make the journey too long and arduous with wheel chains fitted to allow us passage to our favourite town in which to do our fortnightly shop. Winter is the time we head toward the coast and the main population centre in that direction to top up with the things we need and can't supply ourselves.
There is much to do during the winter, cleaning up the areas round the shed and cottage in preparation for the summer, when we expect we will again be under some kind of threat from wild fires. We live very much in one season preparing for the next, but it's always different, always exciting wondering what the next day will bring, and what lies ahead - if we're spared.
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