How Green is my Valley

Driving back  from The Border Ranges National Park near Kyogle we came across a herd of lovely Jersey cows on their way to a milking shed. Jerseys are such pretty cows,  I couldn't resist stopping to snap a couple of pics.

We had a chat with farmer who had some interesting tales to tell, one of which was about the huge eels in the creek. Apparently one eel was as thick as a man's thighs and two metres long. It was dining on ducks and taking young goslings. A goose had hatched 28 goslings and as the mother was launching the little ones in the water they were being snatched by the eel. Glad to say, the eel met his waterloo. It was caught on a huge hook on a heavy line. Could be a tall tale but amusing .The farmer had 3 working dogs and was on a quad bike.  One of the dogs kept having his way with a bitch, which was a distraction.

 

The Great Outdoors

Feeling the urge to "go bush" we set out on Saturday to explore the Border Ranges National Park, which is in the Mt Warning Cadera area.  We drove all around the rim checking out camping areas, lookouts and picnic spots. Our ideal camp site must have access to a creek or river. Although we came across some delightful places, not one was by the water.

Ah well, still many more National Parks in the area to suss out, so the search continues.

Kingscliff

Sunday morning was a perfect day to explore the Kingscliff beaches. Kingscliff is a delightful village, with a holiday atmosphere, coffee bars, restaurants etc.

The beaches are spectacular and can cater for everyone. Surf for the adventurous and little coves for the youngsters and those of us who just enjoy dipping toes.

Steve enjoyed his first swim for the season.  By mid afternoon, the weather turned and produced a storm which has resulted in days of very wet cool weather.

Parts of Brisbane have been declared a disaster area as they  felt the full force of the storm.

After years in the tropics, it's kind of hard to get used to the changeable weather again.

Nathan's Fish

No, Nathan (a neighbour) didn't catch the big trevalley here in the Tweed. His brother caught it at Hervey Bay. The ever enterprising Nathan baked the fish in a webber which he picked up from a nature strip during the previously mentioned council clean-up collection.

Several residents enjoyed a share of the cooked fish and I, receiving a large portion, used the remainder to make fish cakes al la Maggie Bear's "The Cook and the Chef" or as A person I know calls it "Mag and Fag"

Being Wednesday, must away to watch the programme.

Daylight Saving

After many years living quite comfortably without daylight savings we now are experiencing it as we reside in NSW. It is a bit of a dilemma living close to the border of NSW and QLD. At times, when in Tweed Heads in Wharf St., if you cross the road it is an hour earlier. One side of the road is NSW and the other Qld. It does cause some confusion as Queenslanders who work`in Tweed stay on their time and vice versa. One really needs two watches.

The nomads are taking a break from the business after the devastating experience of four Shows and few sales.

We will concentrate on advertising which was more successful.

 

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There appears to be a glut of sweet corn in Chinderah at the moment. Twice today we have been visited by residents of the park bearing bags of lovely fresh sweet corn. Lunch consisted of sweet corn followed by prawn sandwiches. I must say the fresh corn was absolutely delicious.

It is also council junk pick up  time and I fear the residents are also cruising around and returning to the park with boots propped up by various items displayed on nature strips. Must confess I was tempted being a self-confessed garage sale and op-shop queen.

World Animal Day

Today, Oct 5th is World Animal Day, a day we remember pets past and present.

I was disturbed to read an article in "The Tweed Shire Echo" September 25, "A giant planet hoves into view" by Mungo MacCallum.

I quote from this article "It used to be said that the Great Wall of China was the only human artefact large enough to be seen from the the moon.

Satellite observations have cast doubt on this idea, but in any case, the great wall has been superseded by a new contender: Malcolm Turnbull's ego"

 

A paragraph further in this article is and, again I quote: "Then there is the story of the cat, noted by the disgraced Canadian publisher Conrad Black in his memoirs and resurrected by Alan Ramsey in the Sydney Morning Herald last weekend: it is said that when Turnbull was ditched by a girlfriend in his student days, he took revenge by strangling her cat and leaving it on her doorstep. This may well be libel, although Turnbull has never taken action over its  publication. But the mere fact that many of his colleagues find it utterly convincing goes some way to explaining why they still have their doubts about entrusting him with their future"