April 25th was Anzac Day, and this year marked the centenary of the landings in Gallipoli.
So we got up at 5am and trotted along to the RSL in Tanilba Bay, the next town to ours, for the dawn service. An RSL is a Returned Servicemen's League and most reasonably sized towns have one. They are the equivalent to the British Legion but are run very successfully with restaurants, bars, gaming rooms and sports facilities so are thriving unlike the Legions in Britain.
The commemorations are real family events and, there is an expectation that everyone will attend a service. There were hundreds of people there, which was pretty remarkable as it was a 5.45 am start and most residents had suffered a long week of flooding and property damage and many still had no power after the storm.
The service was excellent, the RAAF were in attendance from Williamtown, the local airport where they are based, and there were readings from local ex servicemen and our local Worrimi elder, John Wridgeway sang the national anthem.
This was followed by breakfast (free for veterans and only $1 for everyone) else in the RSL with a few beers, then a parade.
It was particularly moving to see the fire service, coastal rescue and all the other voluntary services who had worked flat out for the previous week tirelessly helping people who were flooded out, removing trees from houses and gardens and clearing roads etc in the parade marching with their medals on their uniforms and it gave everyone an opportunity to applaud them.
Once the parade was over it was back to the RSL to play 2 Up. Anzac Day is the only day it is legal to play 2 Up in Australia, it is a game of absolutely no skill, as far as I can see, where two coins are placed on a piece of wood and thrown into the air and everybody bets on whether they come down as two heads, one head one tail and so on. This then carries on as one big party for the rest of the day.
Australia certainly knows how to do weather in a big way! No drizzle or bit of a breeze here, it is either glorious sunshine or rain of monsoon proportions and wind to match. We surpassed all of these this week and had ourselves a cyclone! It cannot really be termed 'cyclone' because we are not in the tropics, but it certainly displayed all the characteristics.
The weather forecast had warned us to expect high winds and heavy rain but they did not know the extent of what was coming.
It had been a wet, miserable day and, as we went to bed, it was becoming pretty windy. We are still sleeping in the caravan and the wind got stronger and stronger, we could hear things flying past and hitting the caravan which was being rocked from side to side by the wind. The power went off at around midnight and by 3am it had become so violent outside we decided it would be safer to retreat to the house so we gathered up Monty and the bedclothes and made a run for it. After a bit of a fight against the wind to get the caravan door open, we made it inside where we finally managed to get some sleep.
We woke in the morning to howling gales and torrential rain still, no power or phone signal. We managed to pick up the local radio station on Ian's phone and sat back to hear the extent of the damage.
The storm had claimed the lives of three people in Dungog, where they had 38cm of rain overnight, and a house there had been swept whole down the street (you can see it on youtube). 200,000 homes were without power and some communities were completely cut off. The low lying towns inland were the hardest hit, although there was plenty of damage around here, the worrying thing was we were now being told this weather would continue for a further 48 hours!
We were lucky not to have any damage, although there was a point when the water was fast heading towards our front door but Ian ran out and dug a trench in the garden to give it somewhere to escape to.
Eventually the wind and rain started to subside after a couple of days but we were without power for four days and still have no mobile coverage. The Hunter River still keeps bursting its banks, there are plenty of people who still have no electricity and some communities are cut off and food and water are being airlifted in by helicopter, so we have been very lucky. The picture with the truck is of the main highway from Sydney to Brisbane two days after the rain had stopped!
We went out to survey the damage once it had calmed down a bit and saw many boats with torn sails and trees down but only a few damaged houses, which is incredible with all the huge trees around our area. we realised why the other end of our street had no electricity yet when we saw the state of the overhead power cables that had been brought down by wind and falling trees.
A weather event like this is very unusual, they are saying there has been nothing of this magnitude for 25 years in these parts, so it was nice of Australia to wait until I arrived to put on such a show.
We have been working pretty flat out on the house lately and have not taken a day off for about three weeks so, as it was my birthday this weekend, we decided to take a break.
We took ourselves off into Newcastle to visit Fort Scratchley which was built in 1880 on the headland to defend against invasion from the sea. It was worth a visit and we enjoyed witnessing the firing of the 1pm gun. Fort Scratchley is in a fantastic position, it overlooks Nobby's Beach so looks down on the surfers but also has a great view of the coal ships as they are towed in by tugs to the docks. It is situated in a beautiful part of, what we are staring to discover, is a very interesting city.
Newcastle is a massive coal producing area and as you drive through the outskirts you pass the docks where enormous coal ships come from Asia mainly to be filled with coal, when we were there about five were being loaded in the docks, another was being towed in and a further seven could be seen queuing on the horizon. So you pass under endless huge bits of machinery that convey the coal from the mountain range of piles of coal on one side of the road to the ships on the other. There are also coal trains running alongside the road with an astonishing number of carriages, I started counting the carriages on one and reached sixty six before it was out of sight so I have no idea how many more there were.
Then, when you get to the part of the city where Fort Scratchley is, you find yourself in an area full of beautiful, ornate houses, independent shops and excellent cafes along a coast with world famous beaches and ocean baths. It's all rather nice.
Tomorrow I will be mostly grouting.
As you can see we have developed all kinds of new skills while renovating the house, some we enjoy, some we don't. Ian has been teaching himself a bit of plumbing, which is his least favourite DIY task, and has managed to install a new bath. Meanwhile I have been tiling, which I quite like. Thank goodness for Tommy Walsh and his 'How to' guides on youtube!
The kitchen is now half finished and, once that is done we just have a car port to erect and a bit of paving and graveling outside then we are ready for tenants.
We heard this week that our goods and chattels from England have now made it through the quarantine inspection apart from two pairs of shoes and a bin that I had to be destroyed because there was a speck of dirt or blade of grass on them or something. I had to pay for the pleasure of having my shoes incinerated and an ottoman has to be reinspected because they could not get it open and assumed it was locked, that has to be paid for too. The timing of this has worked out pretty well because we have given notice to our tenants in the other house and they are leaving in time for us to have all our goodies delivered straight into there.
We went to a barbecue at the Tilligerry Habitat today. This is essentially an information centre about the local native flora and fauna and a spot where tourists come to see koalas, like all things koala, sometimes you do, sometimes you don't. They have these barbecues every month and we went along last month to be polite because someone had invited us and we discovered a great bunch of people all bearing wine and beer and having a thoroughly good time! The Habitat is run by volunteers and they stage plenty of fundraising events, but no boring jumble sales and coffee mornings for them, every event takes the form of a party so, needless to say, we have joined.
It is well into autumn now and the clocks have gone back but it is still about 23 degrees most days and, when we were in Newcastle we saw the kids coming home from school, instead of a school bus, many of them have to catch a ferry across the Hunter River. One group of boys were swimming in the river pool while waiting for the ferry, imagine doing that while waiting for the 140!
I think I am finally getting the hang of things here. I now know that Woolworths is a huge supermarket chain, Burger King is Hungry Jacks, sweets are lollies, crisps are chips, chips are hot chips, sausages are snags, rugby is football and football is soccer.
One thing that was a very pleasant surprise was just how green everything is. Australia is the country that makes up most of the continent with the least trees in the world but you would not believe it if you came here. Admittedly there is the huge middle bit with hardly any but the edges are full of them and they are massive, even Ian had forgotten how big they are.
The other delightful discovery is that so many of the trees flower and there is something in full bloom all of the time. When we arrived the jacarandas were in flower so there were gorgeous purple trees everywhere, in Sydney there are some residential streets where jacarandas are the trees planted along the roadside so the whole street is lined with purple.
My absolute favourites (so far, something else might spring in to life next week) are the frangipanis in the first picture, as far as I can tell they flower all the time. Not many of the trees are deciduous either so there is no really grim period with just bare branches, although that must mean no excitement when the first buds appear.
Ian has been telling me about the Sydney Royal Easter Show for years and the day finally came around for me to see it for myself and it really lived up to all the hype. It was sensational, a bizarre mix - sort of Sydney slick meets Women's Institute.
It was held in the Olympic Park and we took the train down from Newcastle right into the venue with only one change. When we arrived at the station at the crack of dawn we went to buy tickets but were told travel was included in the ticket price if we were going to the show - astonishing as we were travelling from another city!
The first thing we walked through was the huge funfair and then, Ian couldn't wait any longer and we headed for the vegetable displays. It is the centenary of the battle at Gallipoli this year so most of the displays were dedicated to that and were amazing.
Onto Arts and Crafts. The effort that goes into this section is just staggering, I now have a picture in my mind of a whole industry of country women on remote farms churning out crocheting, knitting, feltwork, embroidery, mosaics, paintings, quilting, leatherwork,quilling(?), scrapbooking!, lace making and so it goes on and everything labelled quaintly as made by Mrs so and so, it reminded me of my grandmother and her neighbours who all addressed each other as Mrs. Most remarkable of all were the cakes, there were hundreds of them so many that I have added a page of pictures to the blog for anyone interested in seeing more. They were so elaborate and intricate we could not imagine how these women had transported them, some for thousands of kilometres and many along unsealed roads.
On top of all this excitement there were the animal competitions, these are deadly serious because to win a category at the Royal Easter Show is like winning Crufts and can make a huge difference to the value of a farm's livestock.
Then my personal favourite, the woodchopping. I could have watched this for hours, it goes on constantly for the
whole two weeks of the show and the quantity of wood they get through is incredible. We were lucky enough to see the presentation of the prizes for the Jack and Jill paired sawing...look what takes the place of champagne on the podium.
This is Ella. We were walking through the koala reserve yesterday morning when we came across a group of people looking up a tree and there was Ella! She had just been released back into wild when we got there but her journey to freedom had been a complicated one.
Ella was found at Christmas a couple of roads from us, wandering about on the ground. Her mother had stopped carrying her on her back, as they do when the youngsters are about one year old, but she was not managing on her own so was taken in by the local koala rescue. They got her eating on her own and released her about four weeks ago into the same tree she was in today. She was managing well but then the storm hit breaking the branch she was on and she fell out of the tree! Luckily one of the koala rescuers was keeping an eye on her from his house overlooking the reserve and he braved the wild weather to retrieve her. Fortunately she was unhurt but had to go back to the rescue for a couple of weeks but she is back out now although she is very tiny, only 2.7kg. We have been back a couple of times since and she is still in the same tree but seems to be eating well.
We are into winter now but, as you can see from the picture of Ian and Monty walking along the mangrove boardwalk at the bottom of our road, it is still pretty nice during the daytime but a bit cool at night, thank goodness the duvet and some warmer clothes arrive with all our possessions tomorrow. However, we have some wonderful birds around like these corellas and there are still lovely things in flower and I have photographed a couple to show off.
