Friday, 24 July 2020

Babe...


Memory jolt when I saw this posting...
Never did see the film...no particular reason why not except that when a film is popular,
I usually wait to till the hue and cry dies down and then view...
This one I forgot to re-visit...

However, the memory relates to where Babe was filmed...
It was filmed in Robertson, in the Southern Highlands of NSW.
Robertson was a scenic, short drive from Camden...where I lived in the 1990's.
Robertson itself has stunning countryside...often wandered there at weekends.
Used to be signs around the town that Babe was filmed there, but not sure if the signs still exist.

Established in the 1860s, Robertson was known as “Yarrawa”,
from the “Yarrawa Brush”,
a generic term used by the early settlers for the local rainforest
which they had set out to clear.
The clearing of the dense rainforest was necessary
to enable farming of the rich red basalt soil which lay beneath the Yarrawa Brush.

Further...another memory of Robertson,
spent a long weekend there at Ranelagh House - on a professional development spree...
(but the current website states that it was called originally Hotel Ranelagh
- in fact, Ranelagh has had a number of name tweakings)
Brilliant old rambling building...built in 1924...with peacocks outside.
The peacocks loved getting on the tin roof in the mornings
and gifting us all with a loud wake-up call...

There were overgrown tennis courts to explore outside
(pre-refurbishment)
Rambling rocky gardens
Animal cages
And a brilliant view of the coast
from the top of the escarpment
where Ranelagh was sited...

In its original heyday, Ranelagh boasted a nine-hole golf course,
two tennis courts, croquet, lawn bowls, billiards, fishing, hunting, horseback riding,
and an onsite mechanic who looked after guest's cars during their stay.
The hotel won the 'Most luxurious hotel in the Commonwealth' award in 1925,
and was the first hotel in Australia to have phone lines to every room.

It is a 3 storey brick building with 80 or more rooms...

The long weekend wasn't all workshops...
There were some fun times too...
I remember a lively pillow fight (4 of us to a room)
In-depth and quirky dialogue with other teachers after dinner
(complete with a glass of wine of course)

But one night...the last night...
At 1:00am

A lone violinist
played quietly in the hallway
at the base of the stairs...

Ranelagh is surrounded by 14 acres of gardens and includes a quaint little gift shop...

Ranelagh has now been re-named The Robertson Hotel...


 P.S. Just found out an addition to this grand old lady (on the above website)
One of the most charming and unique features of The Robertson Hotel is that it has its own railway platform on the Moss Vale to Unanderra Line, one of the most scenic train lines in NSW.
The route you take is called the Cockatoo Line.
The heritage train runs from different locations (Sydney to Wollongong),
but stops right in Ranelagh grounds.

Picture
The Cockatoo Run

Reckless Paper Birds...

Reckless Paper BirdsReckless Paper Birds by John McCullough
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Reckless Paper Birds by John McCullough grips the poetic microscope tightly and closes into the deepest recesses of body and soul in action... together, not separate. The body is no longer the frame, the encasing for the soul, but is the reality of the soul... McCullough's poems are a heaving sea of past and present pieces - colours, scenes, objects and people - all washed into tides of cresting and crashing waves riddled with sensual shock after sensual shock.
The 'I' figure emerges and fades and re-emerges through the poems, ensuring that all the physical experiences are overlaid with soulful introspection.
Varying poetic formats ensure that no one poem is quite the same as the last; no one wave can ever be the same in the sea that is life.
The energy in the poems is palpable, generated by a lively selection of verbs and tightly paralleled images e.g. Outside, the weather bludgeons photo ops... So many images are crunched together and overlaid, creating a richly mesmerising poetic experience.
This collection of poems dares to portray rarely visited (or even recognised or known) human experiences. And the impact is a pleasant surprise.

MY POETIC REVIEW: Songlines on the Winds

View all my reviews

winter evening skies...

There was a lovely hush in the air at this time...
birds had gone home to nests...
and in too short a time,
this pause of colour was gone...

rainbows on the wing...

Day 5 remote learning...


Feel very guilty about how I have spent asynchronous learning day.
It is meant for catch-up...students and teachers catching up on work required.

I did attend a meeting at 8:15am for student wellbeing...
Then launched into fixing problems with school stuff...

And just had to get some more sleep...exhausted already and haven't slept well all week...

Intend to use tomorrow to 'make up for it'...

Blog Archive