Macadamia Madness

Look harmless enough don’t they.

Contrary to popular belief, macadamia nuts are dangerous. At least they are if you farm them on the side of a hill. Each kernel is safely contained in a perfectly spherical nut with a steel like constitution.  Scatter these naturally occurring ball bearings around the base of trees planted on a steep slope and you have an accident waiting to happen.  Continue reading “Macadamia Madness”

It’s showtime.

You’re never too old to swing an axe.

We were warned: don’t expect much from the Moree show. True, it’s no Sydney Royal Easter Show, but it wasn’t packed with thousands of people either. Food prices weren’t inflated and the entry fee was only $5 while parking was free and close to the main gate. Unlike Sydney, the scene wasn’t staged. Here the flies were real. The dust, cattle dogs and smell of horse poo was normal. The stock pens weren’t phony rustic, they truly are neglected and falling down. Continue reading “It’s showtime.”

3rd time is a charm.

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Gretta with Belinda. Always take a local first time.

It took a hangover and three attempts but we finally got to fly in Moree. Spurred on by our weekend in the Hunter Valley and the barrage of social media posts from everyone flying in Canowindra for the last week, we were determined to start flying in our new home. Continue reading “3rd time is a charm.”

What the fog?

Weather hold is aviator speak for waiting.

The marginal weather days are the worst. The mornings when it’s obvious that flying is on or, when it’s blowing a gale or belting rain, definitely off, are easy. The problem is when you know you will have to get up and troop out to the launch site only to cancel and come home, that are a pain. This morning was just such a day. Continue reading “What the fog?”

A little bit of country.

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Cathy & Chris with Tamworth’s big golden guitar.

I have it on good authority that Tamworth is nothing like Nashville Tennessee. I’m told that in Nashville there is a country and western singer on every street corner and in every bar. The place is just littered with country music hopefuls playing their hearts out, yearning to be discovered. While Tamworth is far removed from Nashville, it does promote itself as the capital of country music in Australia. So, I was hopeful that a weekend catch up with our American friends Cathy and Chris –who are big music fans—might provide an opportunity to broaden my horizons. Continue reading “A little bit of country.”

A close shave.

“Just a nick sir…”

I enjoy a good haircut, it’s one of life’s simple pleasures. I’ve found barbers not only do it better and cheaper than the main street salon, they also don’t talk as much. They understand that if I wanted a conversation I’d have gone to the pub. With spare time on my hands I decided I was due for a treat.  I could have gone to a spa for a massage or any number of rejuvenating treatments, but I opted for something simpler. An old fashioned shave. Continue reading “A close shave.”

The balloonists cycling spectacular.

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Plenty of smiles at the start, but even then the clouds were building.

While there has been a distinct lack of any spectacular ballooning at the Canberra Festival this year, there hasn’t been a shortage of other activities for pilots and crew. Some pilots have even been spotted walking to the lookout at Mount Ainslie. And if that’s not physical enough there was once again a record number of participants for the social ride. This year around lake Burley Griffin. Continue reading “The balloonists cycling spectacular.”

When the wheels fall off your chariot.

Of course it will fly.

Gretta has a saying from her days as a skydiver ‘deceased was wearing borrowed gear’. Too many skydivers would borrow their mates parachute and having never used it before, or made themselves familiar with it, jump out of a plane and attempt to work it out on the way down. Needless to say it didn’t always work out well. Continue reading “When the wheels fall off your chariot.”

Canberra Festival here we come.

Festival dinner: more posh than the Oscars

There’s only six sleeps to go until Canberra Festival. This year we’ll be ticking off two firsts. This will be the first time we’ve attended as non-locals and stay in the hotel with the other pilots and crew. And it’ll be the first time we fly without Custard since Gretta became a pilot. Continue reading “Canberra Festival here we come.”

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