Thursday, 19 January 2012

Reflections of a moon and star struck town

The Dish - and moon landing memories

One dish I wouldn't want to wash

Standing in front of it makes you feel in touch with the cosmos

The Dish from afar like a rising moon

Parkes NSW is quite a star and moonstruck country town.

The pivital role of The Dish in the moon landing is celebrated everywhere (there's even a motel down the road called 'Moonraker Motel') and there is a
a star-struck devotion to Elvis in signage everywhere, including a building called 'Gracelands'.

Gracelands - in Elvis-struck Parkes

Something a bit bizarre and X-Files about it all. Perhaps that's why Roy enjoyed it so much.

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Lake Lyall, near Lithgow NSW

Roy contemplating new ideas after publishing yet another novel - Kindle and paperback (Amazon)

Lakeside camp
Lake Lyall, NSW, just outside of Lithgow.

It's actually the closest dog-friendly park to our old haunts in Leura and Katoomba.

Next stop, the Dish, Parkes, hoping to coincide with man's first contact with ETs 

If we'd gone last weekend we might have experienced mysterious, multiple sighting of Elvis at the Elvis festival!

Sunday, 18 December 2011

Driving through the day and night - on our way back to NSW

Headed back to NSW, with just a few free-camping breaks on the way







To cut a long journey short, we spent some more time in Victoria, in Macedon Ranges and were on our way to Echuca and Swan Hill, when Roy took ill mid journey.


We stopped at Bendigo for medical tests and decided he could be treated more quickly in NSW.


All well now - just a microbe infection - and now we're staying in Dural till the New Year.

An unexpected change to our plans but we don't really want to be on the road during the major holiday period.

Monday, 5 December 2011

Where be we? Werribee, Victoria

Metal Sculpture "The Boy" on Werribee Estuary
All a bit English here with shelly beaches and tea houses

Wetting lines

Expanse of Phillip Bay. Looks calm enough, but two kayakers drowned out there in a storm last week


We've based ourselves for a time in Werribee South so we can travel easily to Melbourne to visit our son and see the new house. It was also an easy trip for Roy to go in to see the Tutankhamun Exhibition (just in time, since it closed on the 4th).

Next stop? Dunno... How's that for freedom?

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Roy Blog - Glyphs Along The Highway

Do hieroglyphs hold any more potency than highway symbols?

Hump... or the Egyptian hieroglyph glyph for 'foreign land'?

'Foreign land'...'hill country'

Author Ian Fleming wrote amusingly about the “exotic pungency” of USA road signs in his James Bond thriller ‘Live and Let Die’ – ‘SOFT SHOULDERS – SHARP CURVES – SQUEEZE AHEAD – SLIPPERY WHEN WET.’

As I take my ancient Egypt thriller fiction writing on the road, I can’t help wondering about the glyphs we see at the roadside here in Australia.

How do these enigmatic signs compare with the ancient Egyptian glyphs that mark the underworld journeys of my renegade British archaeological hero Anson Hunter?

Like the menagerie of animals that appear in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs – Australian roadside glyphs possess a zoomorphic vocabulary, including kangaroos, koalas, wombats, ducklings, cattle, emus, crocodiles and sharks.

A zoomorphic roadside vocabulary

Some signage glyphs are as menacing as curses uttered by Egypt’s priests in execration rituals – “A microsleep can kill.” “You’re a bloody idiot!”

Roadsidce curse

Others are tenderly human when found along the harsh and merciless march of the bitumen - small children defensively holding hands. 

Another has a caption that makes the peril of road-crossing sound like a cosy adventure story – ‘Refuge Island’.

What would the Egyptians make of these signs?

One of the first recorded workers' strikes in history happened in Egypt in the reign of Rameses lll when the royal tomb workers lay down their tools when their pay and rations were not forthcoming.

To other eyes, some of our signs might look like protest banners. End Roadwork! End School Zone! End Freeway!

Is it superstition to believe that the sacred writing of hieroglyphs held any more potency than road signs, even though they were invested with the power of heka, Egyptian magic?

My Egyptologist hero Anson Hunter has a respect for unseen dangers from the ancient past, execration texts, forbidden artefacts and the like. He is something of a phenomenologist, one who believes in granting value to the sacred, unlike conventional Egyptologists with their ‘agnostic reflex’ that prevents them from taking the esoteric seriously.

Perhaps the fact that there are others today with an agenda that takes its inspiration from the mystery religions of Egypt, who believe very seriously in the potency of Egypt’s past that warn us to be wary of unseen dangers breaking into the 21st century.


The journey continues here

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Lakes Entrance, Victoria

I think that I shall never see...

Chainsaw memory to the massacre that was WW1

carved out of old cypress tree butts


90 mile beach

footbridge linking town to 90 mile beach

Lakes Entrance boat life

Monday, 14 November 2011

Eden

Eden's Lighthouse

Our Lighthouse

We're currently taking it easy at Eden on NSW's far South Coast.
We've found a remarkably tranquil campsite called 'Garden of Eden' - so it can't be all bad.
There's a boardwalk around a lake, singing birds and lush vegetation and it's deliciously cool. 
We plan to stay for a week or so.
Next stop Victoria to visit our son. 

Port Eden