tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64358164596080855772024-03-18T21:25:31.631-07:00The Sandgropers 2010The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-32645861843573678812010-12-24T16:27:00.001-08:002010-12-24T16:39:40.117-08:00Merry bloody Christmas<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">MERRY</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">CHRISTMAS</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">EVERYBODY IN</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BLOG WORLD</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq0Ei2pTypkUfpHsbXrTh-rI4enedOPkBqZQUDlBapy5_qmS0nuDtoXsdsDHikfP4lkZVlkbx6sQ2FEVOKa1ZYqwJo3r1X8ySYxGjTqww6SRmfiR-qTEtXsj3xJQhEZVr5FIlxb4igXLls/s1600/129684%252Cxcitefun-christmascard2006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq0Ei2pTypkUfpHsbXrTh-rI4enedOPkBqZQUDlBapy5_qmS0nuDtoXsdsDHikfP4lkZVlkbx6sQ2FEVOKa1ZYqwJo3r1X8ySYxGjTqww6SRmfiR-qTEtXsj3xJQhEZVr5FIlxb4igXLls/s400/129684%252Cxcitefun-christmascard2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554410032782033410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And we hope</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">you all have </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a friggin'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">RIPPER</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">N</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">E</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">W</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Y</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">E</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">A</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">R</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">from</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SANDGROPERS</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Daddy groper, Mommy groper</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Jacko, Sarah, Harrison,Oscar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">and the little fella</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Chase.</span><br /></div><br /><div id="cyclelinks"></div><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-59313325462065169282010-12-24T06:41:00.001-08:002010-12-24T07:15:30.989-08:00The second night before Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwjJA_3TqMswRj7Vd4vuXj0qFXxeDZoZWmg08dUp5QhWIp70SJsH-eUdexK-Fge9WcTSKedG2rJgBROzoKaksCLU6PjZdp7mp8syMuLssdU_LttLbiOsFa2ukThJCZQwGK9FFaGX-ihlr/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwjJA_3TqMswRj7Vd4vuXj0qFXxeDZoZWmg08dUp5QhWIp70SJsH-eUdexK-Fge9WcTSKedG2rJgBROzoKaksCLU6PjZdp7mp8syMuLssdU_LttLbiOsFa2ukThJCZQwGK9FFaGX-ihlr/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554263960234666706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well it was the second day before Christmas and I thought to wear down the kiddies I would give them a trip into Perth, and as you can see the first thing we saw was this ripper Christmas Tree.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TB4Bpocpl4DyDF5JLd2g988I-pdVBb6-KMllSx1bGjoP5xEfGTwCh6SRYp6hcseDyru9xLAz8valJdumTlsy0D8L_YLTF28sbMh1IfEFPprGXVnUmPVApzoZ2A_5KGyCJsxmmC6STGNS/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TB4Bpocpl4DyDF5JLd2g988I-pdVBb6-KMllSx1bGjoP5xEfGTwCh6SRYp6hcseDyru9xLAz8valJdumTlsy0D8L_YLTF28sbMh1IfEFPprGXVnUmPVApzoZ2A_5KGyCJsxmmC6STGNS/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554263723135138818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Just the kiddies at Perth Mall.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxu6ikt57i9rMAYAJOptowHZdj4xwRYVZiuL_XPleabcbtGAITIRIUbiAFgDfqxtNqW159JCOgjoZsothnmQsj8YjWVDRpnOH13abiFAxP4nqWX5yJ83Dt26y0YckO-VHwX44oIIV470DO/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxu6ikt57i9rMAYAJOptowHZdj4xwRYVZiuL_XPleabcbtGAITIRIUbiAFgDfqxtNqW159JCOgjoZsothnmQsj8YjWVDRpnOH13abiFAxP4nqWX5yJ83Dt26y0YckO-VHwX44oIIV470DO/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554263491457467730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />At Perth Myers they have a place called Christmas Land so this year I thought I would take them there, so with their little hopes high we walked into Christmas Land and got two tickets on the Christmas Train.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLWxw0WrI5pmFOboSLl0RlhsEiFV2R7bvG0PF3wf5Ps4kCk8cT36WJohDI4V9R5HkxlnRYNHOpHlmQJMOJgt6MwwlFoZR-LSVKDhUlhrARfIvHvjZyCUAeyKpVqZcwm79UeAb34bAmTPh/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLWxw0WrI5pmFOboSLl0RlhsEiFV2R7bvG0PF3wf5Ps4kCk8cT36WJohDI4V9R5HkxlnRYNHOpHlmQJMOJgt6MwwlFoZR-LSVKDhUlhrARfIvHvjZyCUAeyKpVqZcwm79UeAb34bAmTPh/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554263255837326178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Here's the Christmas train.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Mfyo4KpgNK_nORQvKadK9_27U-rblWfA4PbRxgSjVPLVjk2gqNRP7xSS5t1BQK9t-l_1lJt3ixBu1dCChfU6H_UmRVCBFPxZYHez8GeSTtL7Fmi2J5oZ7HqUKVg2m1V15K6eqnfG1rIg/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Mfyo4KpgNK_nORQvKadK9_27U-rblWfA4PbRxgSjVPLVjk2gqNRP7xSS5t1BQK9t-l_1lJt3ixBu1dCChfU6H_UmRVCBFPxZYHez8GeSTtL7Fmi2J5oZ7HqUKVg2m1V15K6eqnfG1rIg/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554262998729646898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Fairdinkum it was over before it began as the train only went around in a frigin cycle! But as you can see the kiddies loved it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4Wi9EwX_eM6VO5ZDT6YNR1dHLoEDkxsJ_j6dJLKYApQGAn7Ov1fGrMvIGLrPAHa9QsZPPE4VVI9xJn7047P4uJFvrEeV_o1bjTMib1pTWc3qA_sQjvvJQWK2Q0eXDqBbktwS6O46_Ws8/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4Wi9EwX_eM6VO5ZDT6YNR1dHLoEDkxsJ_j6dJLKYApQGAn7Ov1fGrMvIGLrPAHa9QsZPPE4VVI9xJn7047P4uJFvrEeV_o1bjTMib1pTWc3qA_sQjvvJQWK2Q0eXDqBbktwS6O46_Ws8/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554262767963250738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Sarah received her fairy wings and while Harrison n' Sarah were on the magical Christmas train, Jacko was able to play with some Lego.... so all were happy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxElr0SgPx7cSqb5TdhF9PhT3xtMOm4booez1XxdWmMR7zq_4VpQnSO2TqJTPoFH6v7JPY_Mv1Ncr7g-KXUlpd15gyJRsQPDowuwwBYHbCvhUp1UMOnwQFRv7LjZ3bv-viiodlo1-_37S/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxElr0SgPx7cSqb5TdhF9PhT3xtMOm4booez1XxdWmMR7zq_4VpQnSO2TqJTPoFH6v7JPY_Mv1Ncr7g-KXUlpd15gyJRsQPDowuwwBYHbCvhUp1UMOnwQFRv7LjZ3bv-viiodlo1-_37S/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554262529962354626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then as we were walking through Perth we came apon another Christmas Tree, so it was time for yet another photo opportunity.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQt-tvbzn3OKWmKcoCFmN-mZ_yFpK5yAlhjnrZizeqr85ddFpU3NlNsTB1pewVEyAlVOzvlMaCgmR-VGFhDtvAZooYu1NVMO5Ni2WeHey0GN0ukkDuJ7B5wpmNj-kijI-pRwdDrT158P2K/s1600/9.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQt-tvbzn3OKWmKcoCFmN-mZ_yFpK5yAlhjnrZizeqr85ddFpU3NlNsTB1pewVEyAlVOzvlMaCgmR-VGFhDtvAZooYu1NVMO5Ni2WeHey0GN0ukkDuJ7B5wpmNj-kijI-pRwdDrT158P2K/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554260170971688050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My little fairy Sarah.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34wcBTn6ldSCYXryQAsc2APWe8KBfmHD7D67ZvaTesSf1xc_YZDDlb2ufr14Q3sWKkrZyvxvR8D2h3F0f6jWVKpalDW-mHCHFchG59ZZlcFyW2mKqgi30JNwYOiHU2fNEPPPgDA75dsfO/s1600/10.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34wcBTn6ldSCYXryQAsc2APWe8KBfmHD7D67ZvaTesSf1xc_YZDDlb2ufr14Q3sWKkrZyvxvR8D2h3F0f6jWVKpalDW-mHCHFchG59ZZlcFyW2mKqgi30JNwYOiHU2fNEPPPgDA75dsfO/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554259743927680578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My little ratbag Jacko!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1Ur6LnGHCR7oVSvWxFEzBjvfHuSvSAtkavSquHcJXMtWmoEOR28UgJJInGbytk3HhvU0hpv_r7zpK9AHj22idrtEh9p0F_-GGM9lAQAm0rnpmxhmSIRmPXaKsXB5OMML4M_VnEcQaq-x/s1600/11.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1Ur6LnGHCR7oVSvWxFEzBjvfHuSvSAtkavSquHcJXMtWmoEOR28UgJJInGbytk3HhvU0hpv_r7zpK9AHj22idrtEh9p0F_-GGM9lAQAm0rnpmxhmSIRmPXaKsXB5OMML4M_VnEcQaq-x/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554259509736343090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My little neville Harrison.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDYAYlvLgbpnI78EhHR9XyB7j4LI_WQIfibqQdb-HRHaojQzEoUax7exZ7SfDiPj9I3qGTS0beGppgSHEZ-kcOuKVDT-_ELiOcCJgTfGf-wL7Y-x8gnVj5eo0aUC4U3JhJvZALOxHZm17g/s1600/IMGP0509.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDYAYlvLgbpnI78EhHR9XyB7j4LI_WQIfibqQdb-HRHaojQzEoUax7exZ7SfDiPj9I3qGTS0beGppgSHEZ-kcOuKVDT-_ELiOcCJgTfGf-wL7Y-x8gnVj5eo0aUC4U3JhJvZALOxHZm17g/s320/IMGP0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554259259033433010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And before we caught the train back to Middle swan we had to have a gander at the future tallest building in Perth, thats right the BHP tower with Sarah sticking her nose into the photo.<br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-22139310567380250002010-12-16T03:32:00.001-08:002010-12-16T04:26:56.506-08:00Midland Brick Christmas Party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcNhPE1EZIcK9SSl7sL-WT8MTlHzNgPZw38NsmFMWIBvvyIrdbsE8uR4wR5FL98ic5YQLESoXKlMZngc7nqLZ_7-HfvzHq1TS_AZbkLvBQTQ0We3WG6U6QFgzjbayCktd-Htte7gKiHY7/s1600/IMGP0465.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcNhPE1EZIcK9SSl7sL-WT8MTlHzNgPZw38NsmFMWIBvvyIrdbsE8uR4wR5FL98ic5YQLESoXKlMZngc7nqLZ_7-HfvzHq1TS_AZbkLvBQTQ0We3WG6U6QFgzjbayCktd-Htte7gKiHY7/s320/IMGP0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551244184934429746" border="0" /></a><br />Well it's that time of year that we say something good about my company, which just so happens to be <span style="font-weight: bold;">Midland Brick</span> which as you should know by now holds a Christmas Party each year. And this year we are back again to Hillarys <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Great Escape Waterslides</span>, and as you can see we dropped off two kiddies.... yeah okay they might of missed a beaut day but we can't all fit into the commodore and to be fairdinkum, it's just so much nicer to be able to just relax and keep an eagle eye on one kiddie while putting the feet up and just zonein' out!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1UPBonr7lZ34cBJ_Mx8QC2rTXh4cB1kbq5CMiQy_difwhmnwpj-Jw5SVkbOxv5kv3ketTEC2D2nshev58QQkhVyPr2H22_nksH0sviX-_hpRJJtGBM2rtOrakov_fKnbj79I_8OrZchm/s1600/IMGP0451.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1UPBonr7lZ34cBJ_Mx8QC2rTXh4cB1kbq5CMiQy_difwhmnwpj-Jw5SVkbOxv5kv3ketTEC2D2nshev58QQkhVyPr2H22_nksH0sviX-_hpRJJtGBM2rtOrakov_fKnbj79I_8OrZchm/s320/IMGP0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551243938881759250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Here's Sarah just showing off her day pass thingie, it was her turn to sit it out while the boys hit the Wild Rapids slide.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYwtCg4Wbak4HnVtAuyoHvbw1PM-8aXgC67rYQCHG5zXgvnR5eZd128Nybr4MXKj-21KXbeikCqPMWqs1YrVboucQUUwXzWDz4WDZeq0iMwb7kJMP54txjWRsQDHu1O07MCW6IHN2-sHiU/s1600/IMGP0449.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYwtCg4Wbak4HnVtAuyoHvbw1PM-8aXgC67rYQCHG5zXgvnR5eZd128Nybr4MXKj-21KXbeikCqPMWqs1YrVboucQUUwXzWDz4WDZeq0iMwb7kJMP54txjWRsQDHu1O07MCW6IHN2-sHiU/s320/IMGP0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551243749185053298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then it was the little fellas turn to dry out in the sun as his sister hit the Hydro Tube with the old girl, but he didn't worry to much as it was almost tucker time so he's happy.<br /><a title="Our waterslides, Hillarys, Perth" href="http://www.thegreatescape.com.au/wild-rapids.html"></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivszhA2EQeWR2janysn5bvXLxXje4QEoMd5_EhgxIhd2oczS7FC4dxqT0p-iphbMVjobKBOl2zN5Vi07HyHbTzz4UezwkXP_Fguz3QJxZFiDGCjVKHmgCQh_5g4aUHYziodVVI7b6gR0Fb/s1600/IMGP0447.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivszhA2EQeWR2janysn5bvXLxXje4QEoMd5_EhgxIhd2oczS7FC4dxqT0p-iphbMVjobKBOl2zN5Vi07HyHbTzz4UezwkXP_Fguz3QJxZFiDGCjVKHmgCQh_5g4aUHYziodVVI7b6gR0Fb/s320/IMGP0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551243559096024978" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a photo of the misses up the stairs on her way for a slide with Sarah.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5YgQcMNRM0tCvYKpMyKneyYfjTjxw5EQA50460AWBu8lAzRgC1lwCBbOPEX_-V04SB2NCzAWzDoI2LnoCEYOYijAcpsRP7kzU2cmlzSC-lEnF761q6q4zzmUVOomL5JQCns2UkPnRj6e/s1600/IMGP0458.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5YgQcMNRM0tCvYKpMyKneyYfjTjxw5EQA50460AWBu8lAzRgC1lwCBbOPEX_-V04SB2NCzAWzDoI2LnoCEYOYijAcpsRP7kzU2cmlzSC-lEnF761q6q4zzmUVOomL5JQCns2UkPnRj6e/s320/IMGP0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551243271081630194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then after a beaut feed of fast food it was time for the fat fella (well maybe not in this case), to pop in and say 'Ho Ho Ho' and make all the kiddies faces smile up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Fu-zqH6_c4QBcwvJERp2Fcsj8Pt79elWJi70p8mO003YFoUY9iekZZdG6H58IheQfbfBmzxHPegq6OR8bRQXc8aJH8LMrTZZWvwl-do-KxzW13HA6JUP0oEbMy9L-jA8gB8kZGdmYiYJ/s1600/IMGP0460.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Fu-zqH6_c4QBcwvJERp2Fcsj8Pt79elWJi70p8mO003YFoUY9iekZZdG6H58IheQfbfBmzxHPegq6OR8bRQXc8aJH8LMrTZZWvwl-do-KxzW13HA6JUP0oEbMy9L-jA8gB8kZGdmYiYJ/s400/IMGP0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551243035961770274" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >M</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >e</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >r</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >r</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >y</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >C</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >h</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >r</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >i</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >s</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >t</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >m</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >a</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >s</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >s</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >a</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >n</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >t</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >a</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >!</span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXp3d42m2dMxYqjBDNrEfLGKT_mWO4Mg7auu4E5wQXTpb1RTLg5d38gNj0PYU3tlBlVhZvntDwo83T-ZEQcngyktJAN8riVbbYRsMfZm3FCMVjW7SfxgStyb0zBpZiMgHwyZi2-pujrp8p/s1600/IMGP0461.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXp3d42m2dMxYqjBDNrEfLGKT_mWO4Mg7auu4E5wQXTpb1RTLg5d38gNj0PYU3tlBlVhZvntDwo83T-ZEQcngyktJAN8riVbbYRsMfZm3FCMVjW7SfxgStyb0zBpZiMgHwyZi2-pujrp8p/s320/IMGP0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551242831608244610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then it was back to the slides and here's Harrison coming down backwards, trust me he did do that on purpose. He surprised us this year as he wanted to go down by himself... What a big brave boy he is!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjab2SBBPFxR1GC6uD1PDa45chCF9sbO4GpaT1iYTAkjYkG9YqaKmzvsXF-haa_ZOxkmZIGUdQJG_a2wmjEyc5SrOKiGCcSTr3ZvyXTmiGW2-7tm9zdCwaFWenRYbqx1e3FnE4X-ECaLmwr/s1600/IMGP0464.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjab2SBBPFxR1GC6uD1PDa45chCF9sbO4GpaT1iYTAkjYkG9YqaKmzvsXF-haa_ZOxkmZIGUdQJG_a2wmjEyc5SrOKiGCcSTr3ZvyXTmiGW2-7tm9zdCwaFWenRYbqx1e3FnE4X-ECaLmwr/s320/IMGP0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551242582264224562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Then down came his offsider Jacko who had his bestest Day <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">EVER!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizl3jKWEGJPRnuProaRJnl7FvR_4lk48rG8dNYkKn6nztb6-IKmD9gnYdrx5h0FGViYiG6Gtt50p-eB1sCUXtRWQCCOLZARqED4gYzT4g1uuRTR2HZfoestScmESAqj-rzsw-QHqC-H72p/s1600/IMGP0466.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizl3jKWEGJPRnuProaRJnl7FvR_4lk48rG8dNYkKn6nztb6-IKmD9gnYdrx5h0FGViYiG6Gtt50p-eB1sCUXtRWQCCOLZARqED4gYzT4g1uuRTR2HZfoestScmESAqj-rzsw-QHqC-H72p/s400/IMGP0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551242244935989122" border="0" /></a>But all good things have to come to<br />an end, so we had a nice little<br />walk along the beachside and<br />had a squeez at Sorrento Quay.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWn9SzAg6LNqewBsOJAkhPCYeUa3N5n8bTXkP_YTYAwpUMcZoE3euad7TuYInkmMETN9aZS31xfWHO1yeSbjVeOYQlBJszU0ncREcJ7XfEWxrMiANqzXs_bqpiiO9LVSicPgBxiHy7RTs/s1600/IMGP0470.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWn9SzAg6LNqewBsOJAkhPCYeUa3N5n8bTXkP_YTYAwpUMcZoE3euad7TuYInkmMETN9aZS31xfWHO1yeSbjVeOYQlBJszU0ncREcJ7XfEWxrMiANqzXs_bqpiiO9LVSicPgBxiHy7RTs/s320/IMGP0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551242022284791458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here we are crossing the bridge into Sorrento Quay to have a gander at the rich fellas boats, then it was time to get back to the commodore and back to pick up two more little nevilles.... what a beaut day out!<br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-53954404274638591632010-12-03T22:26:00.000-08:002010-12-04T00:49:09.180-08:00The Kalamunda History Village<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKlQk2nhT6ZpAsgT5YYs1usuvcEF0agGB79abUgolS2tpK_Tln_ribQFw7N88yaA4nYF5VRjiL2fSiowaZOA7hLhzKZUwTc9JDTgxOHGtqtG6xGKlbvO4y8R5hKI9f62QqAVzMxl2f3qY/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKlQk2nhT6ZpAsgT5YYs1usuvcEF0agGB79abUgolS2tpK_Tln_ribQFw7N88yaA4nYF5VRjiL2fSiowaZOA7hLhzKZUwTc9JDTgxOHGtqtG6xGKlbvO4y8R5hKI9f62QqAVzMxl2f3qY/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546715563250579362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />With the temp hovering just over thirty it was a ripper day for a drive up into the Perth hills, and for the first time your's truly decided to part with some mooha and pay for a day at The History Village in <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kalamunda</span>. And it turned out okay with only a little cost of $6 for oldies and $2 each for the nevilles, and straight away the kiddies were happy with a chance to climb over an old steam train. The Train an old G class 4-6-0 locomotive was built in Glasgow in 1897 for the governme<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8x31b-H3owCsPOSydY5-CuNIDLOnf1aaWK7Ju-rRkkOhB2IXVG6Y-E5fumhrsSfs45QCkxfXTd4BK9cBoyaO-RjzRFrhDH6qD13Sa2CP3JVNRWHruxUX_WT1bKc5cqFjihzXQlARtFnD/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8x31b-H3owCsPOSydY5-CuNIDLOnf1aaWK7Ju-rRkkOhB2IXVG6Y-E5fumhrsSfs45QCkxfXTd4BK9cBoyaO-RjzRFrhDH6qD13Sa2CP3JVNRWHruxUX_WT1bKc5cqFjihzXQlARtFnD/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546715367931548098" border="0" /></a>nt for 2620 pounds (a fair wack of money back in those days), it worked it's nuts off between Port Headland and Marble Bar until it was written off in 1968 (beaut year that!) and sold to the village for $390 in 1970.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyOgIhJ6-ZOctRTHcY2NG8Ze5UAixlNP831Kc7fHtbkZHAdn5S08d9Tv0P2g-sjaTIx_DmtenWdouDSNPdzwZSqSWHnrswknmQPVVuf53X9rEDyNaHx5fi7rNWGrdpnh7rMqzkT3o5-nd/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyOgIhJ6-ZOctRTHcY2NG8Ze5UAixlNP831Kc7fHtbkZHAdn5S08d9Tv0P2g-sjaTIx_DmtenWdouDSNPdzwZSqSWHnrswknmQPVVuf53X9rEDyNaHx5fi7rNWGrdpnh7rMqzkT3o5-nd/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546715164459070354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here are the nevilles next to an old saw pit, these pits were used extensively in the Kalamunda area during the pioneering days of the timber years.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5bCRWyeIjsmK7FILTS477qbV0R1cqm4J5TGvhjwTQW1VqoOq3W7DcLGHKQ55DGv4JsP2zoci2TnTx8FPs-_l3t1om_dp7B5wMkWSQy0DHiFXrgYwlADXs6PZmZIipQbGw8hndwrayIZ0l/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5bCRWyeIjsmK7FILTS477qbV0R1cqm4J5TGvhjwTQW1VqoOq3W7DcLGHKQ55DGv4JsP2zoci2TnTx8FPs-_l3t1om_dp7B5wMkWSQy0DHiFXrgYwlADXs6PZmZIipQbGw8hndwrayIZ0l/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546714929634513698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A fair dinkum ridge-didge old aussie thunder box, I bet ya it's seen a fair few newspapers over the years!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopQshVJOqgf6F7F-7IMSjJIO0bguIiE6AEdWsDkTXPeLzbP_MhL2kKoYPYKcdFeRooRSdWBKmN4PPwOXyhoqzR-_X1RmVPLvf5ZbQyxXcofPa77PUibvGkIfbrv-SiqVVbpGOQIBPMc4C/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopQshVJOqgf6F7F-7IMSjJIO0bguIiE6AEdWsDkTXPeLzbP_MhL2kKoYPYKcdFeRooRSdWBKmN4PPwOXyhoqzR-_X1RmVPLvf5ZbQyxXcofPa77PUibvGkIfbrv-SiqVVbpGOQIBPMc4C/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546714722634084482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The mob outside one of the many old homes that are in the village, this one was built by henry McCullagh in 1898 and stood on Railway Road near the present day Village. It was home for three Generations of the McCullagh Mob.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpuutWOx1TmlsWCLihVBjqDzl6Ptdh_URRSAnuUOzGekgksBBlzJHpOSq3gOKmSOv3Os76MQ8WYJzrU0NxnG9qlMn5Ntmz7ByOTnV-KCUUJJp_6BLZ12LbzBps_61xejVJBYjjYhyphenhyphen9eMd/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpuutWOx1TmlsWCLihVBjqDzl6Ptdh_URRSAnuUOzGekgksBBlzJHpOSq3gOKmSOv3Os76MQ8WYJzrU0NxnG9qlMn5Ntmz7ByOTnV-KCUUJJp_6BLZ12LbzBps_61xejVJBYjjYhyphenhyphen9eMd/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546714522560726946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Well it just wouldn't be a fair-dinkum aussie bush village without a ripper windmill hay, and this one with it's water tank is just what the doctor ordered mate!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XX6I_D0-4yubScx_itvTu3xJl0GwxoWBhJjRdhIgkL9A7fOnN-bJlPN_zswrXXgKYaK0M3qEK8TKoj8X_SiFYCBrqqifg-meygPvf2XhkgAl9t1k5dbDkM_WHVTC7mUEjzjexJaIzfs3/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XX6I_D0-4yubScx_itvTu3xJl0GwxoWBhJjRdhIgkL9A7fOnN-bJlPN_zswrXXgKYaK0M3qEK8TKoj8X_SiFYCBrqqifg-meygPvf2XhkgAl9t1k5dbDkM_WHVTC7mUEjzjexJaIzfs3/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546714309096487490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Inside one of the towns sheds was a bunch of wagons and here are Sarah n' Jacko showing you what kids can get up to when ones back is turned, a firm talking to and a swift kick up the cracker and I don't think they'll do it again.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7POsF71QlEEVQk4rmqY-aAwv4Xv10-4di83qMSG3Jk_L2PCl8mt8fe1JhPnwx2S2U2e4k9klIrOZX3N7zl4ABrbM4XbKk5qpOjgOGLfNssYC9ODBS6xL4cCjUNIOM31wFAD7xMX8S4bSg/s1600/9.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7POsF71QlEEVQk4rmqY-aAwv4Xv10-4di83qMSG3Jk_L2PCl8mt8fe1JhPnwx2S2U2e4k9klIrOZX3N7zl4ABrbM4XbKk5qpOjgOGLfNssYC9ODBS6xL4cCjUNIOM31wFAD7xMX8S4bSg/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546714035138898354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Now for the auto shed as you can see it's a bit more up-to-date but still a beauty, and now to see what is in there....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lpMvc8eWD9KHISKJ9Ad3k07wQLquNlO4YeJmoNoih1-bzGkjhjKaKulXNv_84Yy-qMLURXku3obpx5s9_iNOd2glUvarGxuJvkdaNP5UHe0JkwW3WHploPxutgoXkmLWqWhchGpjthcn/s1600/10.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lpMvc8eWD9KHISKJ9Ad3k07wQLquNlO4YeJmoNoih1-bzGkjhjKaKulXNv_84Yy-qMLURXku3obpx5s9_iNOd2glUvarGxuJvkdaNP5UHe0JkwW3WHploPxutgoXkmLWqWhchGpjthcn/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546713780622196530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is a BSA M21 motorcycle with a ripper sidecar was one of the last civilian motorcycles built by the company in 1939, after this one it mainly built cycles for the army I reckon me old man 'Victor' would of loved to get his hands on this thing in his day.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrOV51qpulHxzcbiHAUJIKGDdJ-eU82F7YVSrD1bI_vusm2OUlhwaqTd2bfk3lHomj2vkVGkNMz-H5nj4Pe-jvvHETFjWiZVuD7CG7tb7etg5muf9pi9pFm4oY5paxBa7ebuQzoKiT9y-T/s1600/11.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrOV51qpulHxzcbiHAUJIKGDdJ-eU82F7YVSrD1bI_vusm2OUlhwaqTd2bfk3lHomj2vkVGkNMz-H5nj4Pe-jvvHETFjWiZVuD7CG7tb7etg5muf9pi9pFm4oY5paxBa7ebuQzoKiT9y-T/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546713593245349682" border="0" /></a><br />Then we come to a couple of tractors and a little ripper roller, Sarah is modeling the Hard working<br />Workhorse <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ferguson Tractor</span> which was built in 1951. It was a petrol motor driven and could run on kerosene, with a 23.9 HP it worked in the Piesse Brook orchards for many years. Jacko is driving a <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fordson N model tractor</span> which was built in 1935, with it's 21 HP it also worked the local orchards. And finally we come to Oscar who is working on a 1951 <span style="font-weight: bold;">McDonald Diesel road roller</span>, which worked the towns roads and footpaths throughout the shire. From 1970 it mainly rolled the local cricket pitch and from what the locals say it did a beaut job of it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzUruw453hTtnn9Af-jKoIV2zHRPukgOD33bwpjjrBKjLzjb9RuE5T_uI_SI6sVPBSjBqzdyHuTHFMa8zHjY4W2scU460NA-vHMZ27Zs6nfxhakuV2ZrdjwY8_Y6uaA9WwdTe3D924ECi/s1600/12.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzUruw453hTtnn9Af-jKoIV2zHRPukgOD33bwpjjrBKjLzjb9RuE5T_uI_SI6sVPBSjBqzdyHuTHFMa8zHjY4W2scU460NA-vHMZ27Zs6nfxhakuV2ZrdjwY8_Y6uaA9WwdTe3D924ECi/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546713370037215570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Farmer Osk sitting on the old Fordson Tractor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ezhnf-OndFnUjpSOx2VYFGSb6dL4YVJ_OszY0DA0vv178vjeXfO7XG2CbfwrIniI8ejtKssFsRBD9ph6M46lzxC5P4mDmV8665BDz4KfOv7tf0bUu__JJ9ytdCxSFE77XBhIRqDXE_3Q/s1600/13.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ezhnf-OndFnUjpSOx2VYFGSb6dL4YVJ_OszY0DA0vv178vjeXfO7XG2CbfwrIniI8ejtKssFsRBD9ph6M46lzxC5P4mDmV8665BDz4KfOv7tf0bUu__JJ9ytdCxSFE77XBhIRqDXE_3Q/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546713149400900706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now heres a ripper old track hay it's a Ford Marmon Herrington Truck built in 1942, This heavy duty truck was used during the second world war as a gun carrier. It was then sold to a local garage as a recovery truck, then in 1951 it was sold to the Kalamunda Bush fire Brigade. It was the Brigades first ever fire unit and had a 3.6 litre 30 HP V8 petrol engine with a 4 wheel drive conversion. It's the sort of truck my old man 'Victor' would of been proud to have ridden.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtI5RyJhJH5dojQwmgg7Uw-T2Qzvsa6VWZAKaPTC_VT_M3dRDvuDSeKKzLvwy9XffcCpib09Z4AT_nbb4vWnqivbWHjUJXFo1emBeVbUDqiAPycayhWkuBa2kReCDTe-CQgs9RUZojW9f/s1600/14.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtI5RyJhJH5dojQwmgg7Uw-T2Qzvsa6VWZAKaPTC_VT_M3dRDvuDSeKKzLvwy9XffcCpib09Z4AT_nbb4vWnqivbWHjUJXFo1emBeVbUDqiAPycayhWkuBa2kReCDTe-CQgs9RUZojW9f/s320/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546712924033579586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What a bloody little beauty hay...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQJGdjKjjuTMat57b_-wwA3D9Hnppa8WAEbnD1C4nzGn8L7TxUUshnBaX2cmxF9v549BsRZYkJ9t1Wb8AvxbfF7ZKyFic9rpeHzxxlfuieJW2UXCBsI21iSjDf5ELuSKwa7QwMKriqrWU/s1600/15.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQJGdjKjjuTMat57b_-wwA3D9Hnppa8WAEbnD1C4nzGn8L7TxUUshnBaX2cmxF9v549BsRZYkJ9t1Wb8AvxbfF7ZKyFic9rpeHzxxlfuieJW2UXCBsI21iSjDf5ELuSKwa7QwMKriqrWU/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546712720769523266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This is the Austin 3 ton truck with a 4 litre 6 cylinder petrol driven engine, it worked around the local area and was owned for a time by the Travicich family. Now this was built in 1953 when trucks were built to last, not like the plastic sheilah trucks that are on the road today. Now okay the plastic sheilah trucks might run about 110 kilometers faster then this one, but fair-dinkum they just don't have that killer charm like these old girls.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpH6EeAn4LwBIoRzBPbzWjsVWgVgm3AYeTbW2NSQtiajX1I1AmvImUzoVmSGraeVNWVCStDMLU584RY3wcLgIWhhqiAw67ke4JJP9Oqg7W7Ie5bjeltnfygg7qdbVQWgNSZXN0uvdQOkW/s1600/18.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpH6EeAn4LwBIoRzBPbzWjsVWgVgm3AYeTbW2NSQtiajX1I1AmvImUzoVmSGraeVNWVCStDMLU584RY3wcLgIWhhqiAw67ke4JJP9Oqg7W7Ie5bjeltnfygg7qdbVQWgNSZXN0uvdQOkW/s320/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546712501750973106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Next we come to the old ridge-didge working orchard shed which still works like a ripper.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYb6bcvZu6oCyMr0oTtQA0m6-ZGOPtBJZzEP3Hkr2lZiHbwOOs8XmxpovODIcITI5qeALTGw2bjUoqmz0hUCpID_0jNVe4vTh7AHS0MrFoBIB5mJ3DrfgK0v0nhdqDfkHkZ22fzuHh94x/s1600/16.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYb6bcvZu6oCyMr0oTtQA0m6-ZGOPtBJZzEP3Hkr2lZiHbwOOs8XmxpovODIcITI5qeALTGw2bjUoqmz0hUCpID_0jNVe4vTh7AHS0MrFoBIB5mJ3DrfgK0v0nhdqDfkHkZ22fzuHh94x/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546712200367085090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's the old fella who showed us how the size machine worked in the sheds, the kiddies worked as pickers and had a beaut time.<br /><br /><br /><object height="280" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpFN5-QbyqQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpFN5-QbyqQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="280" width="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyx2yOe-OYnSBRNFGqg73FC4V9fSbJEvYb0WF5hJLadLqHs-k5ylvNVa426-9C8prSGRfXFck_qn3YiD9A7jUpOqWfXMI1sZqxqTdMJ43kY4dnV78aVU7H_MQ6Cahi1q9eNMDJBnr_KMEz/s1600/19.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyx2yOe-OYnSBRNFGqg73FC4V9fSbJEvYb0WF5hJLadLqHs-k5ylvNVa426-9C8prSGRfXFck_qn3YiD9A7jUpOqWfXMI1sZqxqTdMJ43kY4dnV78aVU7H_MQ6Cahi1q9eNMDJBnr_KMEz/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546711912386843010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Chambers house which was built in 1921 and sat on Railway Road until it was removed to the Village, just a fine ripper example of a beaut aussie built house and a great chance for the kiddies to see what the oldies would of lived like.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpR_n-r0rZBwvcdVfQ8sN7L-Ur0eXZBAyvs9hl3byauMHl5jcvm4rVjAsaCji4sJ0zuhs_dcvt1B9Ehfc0AbcA5aO4QPLxb2vq2-DZc_UMazrCmCO_MrIWJRmF8-5a5tzph9d4GI9Y5_u/s1600/20.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpR_n-r0rZBwvcdVfQ8sN7L-Ur0eXZBAyvs9hl3byauMHl5jcvm4rVjAsaCji4sJ0zuhs_dcvt1B9Ehfc0AbcA5aO4QPLxb2vq2-DZc_UMazrCmCO_MrIWJRmF8-5a5tzph9d4GI9Y5_u/s320/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546711697520904626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The nevilles on an old tree stump but not just any stump, this Jarrah tree stood for 400 years (crikey) until some space cadet crashed into it in 1980, now you can have a sit and just wonder what this majestic tree would of look like.... poor bugger!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxknJqJTlx3bp-791RLmoYS0xNoHZfiQsr7Z-FN2g1jdxHn5bzVnvUTJKOxMXkNx2kv69KStjGTcBnwqrfumwIHZ8YbvzXXSEqQALs1BJ3R4LlQiCfHoThh7neWHb4dPkAdbU7woHoILB_/s1600/21.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxknJqJTlx3bp-791RLmoYS0xNoHZfiQsr7Z-FN2g1jdxHn5bzVnvUTJKOxMXkNx2kv69KStjGTcBnwqrfumwIHZ8YbvzXXSEqQALs1BJ3R4LlQiCfHoThh7neWHb4dPkAdbU7woHoILB_/s320/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546711454816694930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we come to the old <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kalamunda state school</span> which was used from 1905 until 1970, the old school class room is one of the most loved items in the village as the oldies can sit down and wonder back to the good old days.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QVa0OQph_iKeLISa6FFdF27nwSW2wPK5WxtexPjp34L40tdDxDNRchL8cbLKgjHdwcxscJWeFBNmqxeGD9N-WUFHV8gO5sexkdzTc54eMd3C5u3K4ubRSE1HzN63brdK9Yqfum-PJ0KC/s1600/21.5.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QVa0OQph_iKeLISa6FFdF27nwSW2wPK5WxtexPjp34L40tdDxDNRchL8cbLKgjHdwcxscJWeFBNmqxeGD9N-WUFHV8gO5sexkdzTc54eMd3C5u3K4ubRSE1HzN63brdK9Yqfum-PJ0KC/s320/21.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546710795214710482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Heres the big fella Oscar failing his class again (chip of the old block) but at least his having a beaut time failing!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTLfruHgCS1e7GeLgQJx2R2StCPdgfwxJAU_J2G3OaolLrFwrX5PIUm4-9IQ9DMJzLbe0fq7sTEjXjjfVoZuTRXaD1PGmdDq2wkUlZfg_oR91QdCYrbGaF-MHA5dA6Hsl4LXU8KfEDHzw/s1600/21.6.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTLfruHgCS1e7GeLgQJx2R2StCPdgfwxJAU_J2G3OaolLrFwrX5PIUm4-9IQ9DMJzLbe0fq7sTEjXjjfVoZuTRXaD1PGmdDq2wkUlZfg_oR91QdCYrbGaF-MHA5dA6Hsl4LXU8KfEDHzw/s320/21.6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546710575909426786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Above the black board was this photo of our old <span style="font-weight: bold;">King George V</span>, I poped that in as it should have fond memory's for my old girl 'Maureen'... strewth it's been a fair while since we have had a King.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSWHJfeR6z_ao711i2zPsNP0vJunNvQ_LqQ8R_Sx973IUTYp9tAhQqm6pKQMO8DokahR0SpLRX0YtyB1WW23JaAKfkU-Z1s-jcdPyuY1-6Hb3-74ha9l5ZZL8dEedHnPvVpPB6m1nrKK2/s1600/21.8.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSWHJfeR6z_ao711i2zPsNP0vJunNvQ_LqQ8R_Sx973IUTYp9tAhQqm6pKQMO8DokahR0SpLRX0YtyB1WW23JaAKfkU-Z1s-jcdPyuY1-6Hb3-74ha9l5ZZL8dEedHnPvVpPB6m1nrKK2/s320/21.8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546710257338347298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />But all beaut things have to come to and end at some point, and this was the end of our walk around the Village. The kiddies had a last climb on the old locomotive and a quick run around and it was time for the drive back down the Darling rangers. The Village was spot on and we recomand it to anyone who is interested in what the old days were really like.... you know before <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Simpsons!</span>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-43700884570669542522010-11-22T00:31:00.000-08:002010-11-22T05:11:57.913-08:00Kalamunda fair<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w5DorRPhrYZXIHS2KIMMIozeqavWg_Fz1RvKn1CA_rV1sLPk9AFzesT5ICOk9WO3k1n213v9mqJMz5M4CTMQgT3GLbpkcAVgaxs-C5XExzAdTTC7zkWX1Y9HpMR1PD_i1_sRIWWbxODT/s1600/2+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w5DorRPhrYZXIHS2KIMMIozeqavWg_Fz1RvKn1CA_rV1sLPk9AFzesT5ICOk9WO3k1n213v9mqJMz5M4CTMQgT3GLbpkcAVgaxs-C5XExzAdTTC7zkWX1Y9HpMR1PD_i1_sRIWWbxODT/s320/2+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542291739477483538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />On a drive up into the mountains (okay one hill but it's a big hill!) of Perth's hinterland, we past through <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kalamunda</span> on our way to the History Village when we came apon a town fair. So after parking the commodore we had a gander at Kalamunda's Fair. Here's little chook with a little chook! I tell you what my kiddies are great chock catchers, there was no little<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">'Oh don't hurt them'</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">'Be careful with the little things'</span>, as the poor little unsuspecting chook ran by then suddenly 'Bang' in a sec it was grabbed slung around and picked up all in a second.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3HAgGDdjN47JbQr1y1iCoBeeBAv3e60fl4HBiwuAmMcRAq4gWVxZhEZfpvr2FnQYXB5cs7uuiTpNXrMtmVg-kbJtnAAw-9u858JtAUA8QpcoUfbqdyjbvMKCwa5FE5Fl4OXE_fmzNAeq/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3HAgGDdjN47JbQr1y1iCoBeeBAv3e60fl4HBiwuAmMcRAq4gWVxZhEZfpvr2FnQYXB5cs7uuiTpNXrMtmVg-kbJtnAAw-9u858JtAUA8QpcoUfbqdyjbvMKCwa5FE5Fl4OXE_fmzNAeq/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542291200812483170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Now you might have a gander at this photo and say <span style="font-style: italic;">'Oh what a brave little boy'</span> but fairdinkum he was shitting himself, the little fella just hates these animals! He's starting to get use to the goats but he hates CHICKENS!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnAcwBsIvmQEVHZVMk7KqjL3T_QV-XK8O9enes53VgwLhsYHLY7i1Jp5da00ymVcm-Ge5uAQhp71wt4dWj8VKV2Z0t2aYaEHCeAsBwHtwmPZkswvUAmpj6ELc49SaF-3uoIT9G4MrnRok/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnAcwBsIvmQEVHZVMk7KqjL3T_QV-XK8O9enes53VgwLhsYHLY7i1Jp5da00ymVcm-Ge5uAQhp71wt4dWj8VKV2Z0t2aYaEHCeAsBwHtwmPZkswvUAmpj6ELc49SaF-3uoIT9G4MrnRok/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542291023893299906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hairy little thing and it loves to eat fairdinkum it never stopped eating out our hands, and by the way the goat seemed to eat heaps too!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="335" width="410"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWxac11EekI?fs=1&hl=en_GB&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWxac11EekI?fs=1&hl=en_GB&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="335" width="410"></embed></object><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaS5yKCFEoSU2dQtVez6FUNrLub7wmvbRESodE9fvom4myKEhVWdOKdNYRNDhUDRexo75DYtQsg5rEaFOQ_yqT76m_kXu7JaC3RUkpIYZvxRjrDCeunlrWJybr8t-uQcGfe1pTOWFM-8Zl/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaS5yKCFEoSU2dQtVez6FUNrLub7wmvbRESodE9fvom4myKEhVWdOKdNYRNDhUDRexo75DYtQsg5rEaFOQ_yqT76m_kXu7JaC3RUkpIYZvxRjrDCeunlrWJybr8t-uQcGfe1pTOWFM-8Zl/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542357636088735858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we walked down to the end of the fair and had heaps of goes on the bouncy castle, thats the thing when you have a tight ass dad. If you pay for a little go then you better get every bump out of that castle, but when it's free... well then you can just jump to your hearts content.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5E0PijR5GOay5LyoCdzzKPH4eL1T7gpw95-V-9LsPC2NUt84Pch_ip8ZXRtbINfxY5vJ5mdkGudCXYq0iqL4YVWFjXE98LaB6pDGV_7eWgy89qcEcrNtulXbA3tvzowdRpEwBavaDpM3/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5E0PijR5GOay5LyoCdzzKPH4eL1T7gpw95-V-9LsPC2NUt84Pch_ip8ZXRtbINfxY5vJ5mdkGudCXYq0iqL4YVWFjXE98LaB6pDGV_7eWgy89qcEcrNtulXbA3tvzowdRpEwBavaDpM3/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542290636030776018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They had little kiddies doing the Christmas thing up on stage, you know all that Jesus is born.... three wise men and manger stuff.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_ZbUQG9o_Y3w4T2LrFHeZxdfkAAvfDlAFl3DjRn_WCibmXvK-kolFotfvSbTrtjNg9gPUyEWifOCxcarNw3T5D5WKSmjNU5AiPjLPwth4fqGiuZP89wNj8VviZcgK6fl1cDsIWHpmx87/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_ZbUQG9o_Y3w4T2LrFHeZxdfkAAvfDlAFl3DjRn_WCibmXvK-kolFotfvSbTrtjNg9gPUyEWifOCxcarNw3T5D5WKSmjNU5AiPjLPwth4fqGiuZP89wNj8VviZcgK6fl1cDsIWHpmx87/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542290463023682162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And if you have Christmas stuff going on all over the place, then you know the fat bloke in the red suit isn't far away. And guess what the nevilles found him and so off we go on another photo opportunity, <span style="font-style: italic;">'Ho Ho yeah we know it's bloody Christmas time again' </span>yeah yeah....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclvDeOX40QjUNqXYYcRbtNB0U1kqFMaYcN9TssOlaMS9Aiims4ztLmyuNcLewtytvlGDsSIyVDmTJ7Z_Mn1GNOfR1r3xcZwOcBQRWqU3rm_TZrAGL722zIhOVOSAOg9-rwp4XvYnUyzeC/s1600/9.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclvDeOX40QjUNqXYYcRbtNB0U1kqFMaYcN9TssOlaMS9Aiims4ztLmyuNcLewtytvlGDsSIyVDmTJ7Z_Mn1GNOfR1r3xcZwOcBQRWqU3rm_TZrAGL722zIhOVOSAOg9-rwp4XvYnUyzeC/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542290251497622818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And to finish it off we had an icecream a nice cold drink and then it was back to the car, so i'll tell ya about the History Village next post. Because between you and me i'm all <span style="font-weight: bold;">POSTED OUT!</span><br />So see ya latter and oh yeah 'Marry Christmas'... strewth is it that time of year AGAIN!!! (Bar-humbug)<br /><br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-38530506771871515402010-11-19T00:43:00.000-08:002010-11-19T04:14:13.463-08:00Perth Railway Museum day out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsoqVbOYwutfAi-9KsYqf-4T5o3mlYyFTi_HcAMZ1u3e0J9koBwuRCFdD-Nu5Q_ancyuM6QrorTPUMrLybWiecpXGLOpUHJ9gDifV44UeH_Agv4Z1EWXDqPl8_lkO0qKuCQvav_00HSa9A/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsoqVbOYwutfAi-9KsYqf-4T5o3mlYyFTi_HcAMZ1u3e0J9koBwuRCFdD-Nu5Q_ancyuM6QrorTPUMrLybWiecpXGLOpUHJ9gDifV44UeH_Agv4Z1EWXDqPl8_lkO0qKuCQvav_00HSa9A/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541182870569640210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Well it's been a few years since we had been back to the <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Perth Railway Museum</span>, which is located in down town Bassendean. When we use to live in Bassendean we would cross over the railway bridge as Ashfield, and walk to the museum with either Jacko or Sarah... as kiddies under four get in for free! So it's been a fair few years since we set foot inside the gates, but fairdinkum it's still a real ripper place to let the kiddies roam around.<br /><br /><br />As you might know back in the old days Midland had it's own Railway workshops based in well Midland of-cause! and they made there own steam trains! how cool hay, but sadly the workshops finally shut down and the trains were lost to history. But some of the steam trains are still working well and here at the museum, you can cast your eyes on a few different ones. Like the mighty <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ashburton</span> which w<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVXCNCt140uf9gB8jea5A5B2wNp43V2N8pnpdbYx-WRw0TgvU4xrGGykJKcaX5u7DmqY9GkYTQge4U5P70gPl5A0Y05tzOejpHUVw0UwOebusD7k4IVyr-V0YiAFz5hV_viTuQiEz0e6m/s1600/2.5+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 85px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVXCNCt140uf9gB8jea5A5B2wNp43V2N8pnpdbYx-WRw0TgvU4xrGGykJKcaX5u7DmqY9GkYTQge4U5P70gPl5A0Y05tzOejpHUVw0UwOebusD7k4IVyr-V0YiAFz5hV_viTuQiEz0e6m/s320/2.5+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541182699901445810" border="0" /></a>as made in the workshops in Midland in 1898, and worked it's freckle off until it was retired in 1970 Strewth I would of been 2 when it was retired... crikey i'm not that old am I? (Don't answer that Jodi)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_P7HqbUoAuIxSEKFBUlRHwj8f2r1I0_BITY77p_xyRHOSpy5ogZRBBW8SxKv0btCvjWDppgQDbtpDdiZwvJP6RfpWk7xjECoezX4t28TnkeFPxYkJ6kCgGNq5-JwvWsQJzQvA_RjgCwc7/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_P7HqbUoAuIxSEKFBUlRHwj8f2r1I0_BITY77p_xyRHOSpy5ogZRBBW8SxKv0btCvjWDppgQDbtpDdiZwvJP6RfpWk7xjECoezX4t28TnkeFPxYkJ6kCgGNq5-JwvWsQJzQvA_RjgCwc7/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541182372875798578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here is the mighty <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ashburton Class Pr 521 </span></span>Builder: WAGR Midland Workshops, total weight: 102t 10c, a total of only 18 were ever made but what a little beauty hay. The Pr class was predominantly allocated to passenger workings on the Eastern Goldfields line, and lasted until the end of the steam era on the WAGR.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GsS-8k226ZsLga3aKFKBkzv4GgndsrKZ-2i943CSQ71uggS1WaJKkUc17sAPjz6MMZoyhVH6yY1BVR5nj2BSp2ONihAKoHyHyXNZvPxKwRV3omw9f6Qzx-h1C1ZRUDd9j4TVgxoQZsj4/s1600/IMGP0261+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GsS-8k226ZsLga3aKFKBkzv4GgndsrKZ-2i943CSQ71uggS1WaJKkUc17sAPjz6MMZoyhVH6yY1BVR5nj2BSp2ONihAKoHyHyXNZvPxKwRV3omw9f6Qzx-h1C1ZRUDd9j4TVgxoQZsj4/s320/IMGP0261+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541183359080925202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The marking of the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Midland Workshops</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0v8LfwJ54akI1kPUNFBFBfQaAi6BitB3Y5X00AhrqbMefUiNSa3Obk5ihfi7Ji2YIwLnNJ3HGuoiES87CGrfwT6j-lMRo7nVhD75rsi1S4EJL18-ZXKO6tz1vZuGwRvE4vbLPKQs6Zif/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0v8LfwJ54akI1kPUNFBFBfQaAi6BitB3Y5X00AhrqbMefUiNSa3Obk5ihfi7Ji2YIwLnNJ3HGuoiES87CGrfwT6j-lMRo7nVhD75rsi1S4EJL18-ZXKO6tz1vZuGwRvE4vbLPKQs6Zif/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541182243992231490" border="0" /></a><br />Here are the kiddies inside one of the train carriages from the Trans-Australian Railway Train, as you can see back then it would of been the 'Bees Knees' of Train carriages mate.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZAprw6VfIpamYc8URKMmXHtpTBqhVTiZPMhbeJ2FYu9Q4H5Es0huA3wxPwcBLB7tq5NSD510afGE4V5-Qz63sIS4pC1gC1-Iy29mOy2Lmcnx6qHBKPb0_Ai7l8bqe0f8C5wSmnYW2QE3/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZAprw6VfIpamYc8URKMmXHtpTBqhVTiZPMhbeJ2FYu9Q4H5Es0huA3wxPwcBLB7tq5NSD510afGE4V5-Qz63sIS4pC1gC1-Iy29mOy2Lmcnx6qHBKPb0_Ai7l8bqe0f8C5wSmnYW2QE3/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541182054754732146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here are Harrison n' Sarah having a lay back on one of the old train carriages, back when Trains were fairdinkum workers... not like the sheilah trains that we get around in these days.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgReTICU0ZP3h84kmcVb4EYpejbjV65aOpFANCoQGAawp9k0ajlHAcx3fwwtGJp3YdggZJCNRJk5ytkUG6ZJSXkaG0bRg7vo-V3hqtCtGffridFbdZw3XDFPhIwbMWBoHaiIVvLJWfcXi-S/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgReTICU0ZP3h84kmcVb4EYpejbjV65aOpFANCoQGAawp9k0ajlHAcx3fwwtGJp3YdggZJCNRJk5ytkUG6ZJSXkaG0bRg7vo-V3hqtCtGffridFbdZw3XDFPhIwbMWBoHaiIVvLJWfcXi-S/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541181905086942594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Talking about real trains then you can't go past the most fair dinkum train in the world, you got it good old <span style="font-weight: bold;">Thomas the tank Engine! </span>Oscar was so wrapped when he found little Thomas here.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqau20ZayOqbzSAzU6y0yvo91ho5vxOy4Qm3GWWCrf10C06RXhj6xn6LiBSMz4PWpOp1SCxxi9Tfuwh1wTGKlO-Z6xPzE-S-sjS9NnpkRp_4SX-BqewO65bYG6JmcojN-pA-TMhqRUynN/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqau20ZayOqbzSAzU6y0yvo91ho5vxOy4Qm3GWWCrf10C06RXhj6xn6LiBSMz4PWpOp1SCxxi9Tfuwh1wTGKlO-Z6xPzE-S-sjS9NnpkRp_4SX-BqewO65bYG6JmcojN-pA-TMhqRUynN/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541181101844166898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we come to a real work horse of steam trains here which came from Manchester, The <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">V Class Steam Locomotive 1220</span></span> introduced in 1956 but withdrawn in 1972. The V class locomotives were part of the post war plan for the WAGR, intended for the heavy coal traffic between the Collie coal fields and Perth city. There were only twenty four ever made with one still working in <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pemberton</span> (V 1213), the V 1215 is at <span style="font-weight: bold;">Collie</span> and the V 1209 was sold to the Mexicans from Geelong Steam Society in Victoria. This train was one of yours truly's favorites as it looks like a<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfmGcJlcvXfbJNgL0wbyrOLKpV3Tv8cKHUeyV-dRLP3CsMtugoJlBNQnSlS33ThCO8wlS2izUThRxggGWXNSrPeW__u1JNija0yEP06tq8wMmw6jQqkShFVgTUC9Ct05jpZFAiA672-I6/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfmGcJlcvXfbJNgL0wbyrOLKpV3Tv8cKHUeyV-dRLP3CsMtugoJlBNQnSlS33ThCO8wlS2izUThRxggGWXNSrPeW__u1JNija0yEP06tq8wMmw6jQqkShFVgTUC9Ct05jpZFAiA672-I6/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541180996554928930" border="0" /></a> real beaut hard piece of machinery, from the days when men were men and things were built to last!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTghqABZ4EG4_SIuAY1wZYXP7vs50if0cZfzaVGLB50FfS9ktzsVumO8ZfAb-qiq__rVd1ifAhjxsKvELfW9UstBUmsqb-16OapG1n-qZ0BPDFHXTVztwsACWLWGDJ1js7ST1UtKauPRN/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTghqABZ4EG4_SIuAY1wZYXP7vs50if0cZfzaVGLB50FfS9ktzsVumO8ZfAb-qiq__rVd1ifAhjxsKvELfW9UstBUmsqb-16OapG1n-qZ0BPDFHXTVztwsACWLWGDJ1js7ST1UtKauPRN/s400/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541180873400915986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A wonder from the steam era the 1220 Locomotive</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5WA4p3OF96qNcEutknDHD45eAD8-6xQcjeZQf-2GTfdKRjV9u6NJD2iva_gJndnMeMyENksJHGfd-8qLLypWyulfgfZFcQ0K8r8FpHoJfMCsZNysTuP1BCarWHTvRPu_uf2an7Vj3DnV/s1600/9+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5WA4p3OF96qNcEutknDHD45eAD8-6xQcjeZQf-2GTfdKRjV9u6NJD2iva_gJndnMeMyENksJHGfd-8qLLypWyulfgfZFcQ0K8r8FpHoJfMCsZNysTuP1BCarWHTvRPu_uf2an7Vj3DnV/s320/9+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541180731226269634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"></span><br /><br />The 1220 was built in 1955 a year older then my brother Phil (old bugger hay)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQW9MFR-5FnnuOMpLYEhr34i3szg3aIAwy8TpLlxfQMy8KNEpABUd7clzFoGEOaRF1hkoAOppQjf8AkSUkMNp59BXMxwtAa31bxEM9eL2o2uT0nvJgvkDMFyrTMZjMSsKRCCTYWK-P4HG/s1600/11.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQW9MFR-5FnnuOMpLYEhr34i3szg3aIAwy8TpLlxfQMy8KNEpABUd7clzFoGEOaRF1hkoAOppQjf8AkSUkMNp59BXMxwtAa31bxEM9eL2o2uT0nvJgvkDMFyrTMZjMSsKRCCTYWK-P4HG/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541180253375439746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Talking about old fellas here is a <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">E class 308 </span></span>which was built in 1903, and worked the railways for 60 years until it was replaced in 1963. This E .308 entered service on 23 February, 1903 and was superheated on 23 May, 1925. Ten years later it was rebuilt with a new frame and was one of the last of the class in service. It was withdrawn from use on 7 October, 1963 after running 1¼ million miles (2 million km) crikey.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi70TlflnbBa7T_IN9reJdyXkC-O5vC9jaxThHJqKdi8FjW2oYKHWcXiQd7gribnG0DupkHNkHhnBlZayr2DbWeQ8RZymUeHdrYzPW2O8H72G5gD6S34D7BbGonlwQcsraJxxyzj-QkyUWo/s1600/10.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi70TlflnbBa7T_IN9reJdyXkC-O5vC9jaxThHJqKdi8FjW2oYKHWcXiQd7gribnG0DupkHNkHhnBlZayr2DbWeQ8RZymUeHdrYzPW2O8H72G5gD6S34D7BbGonlwQcsraJxxyzj-QkyUWo/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541180368681932562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The kiddies on the V class 1220<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFb9HF-Ykb6owTuU1I2QOkaohl6vTakxyAFFvewL_1IDlpcagQoDEivYz-G24jzVLHc-T37DDdX1y5Vd64ax6AWXRMWSnDqqMYrzltxp2in0ezqQCuxnbSm1HuY9DzxqnHjA1OQ9SV8Ct/s1600/13.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFb9HF-Ykb6owTuU1I2QOkaohl6vTakxyAFFvewL_1IDlpcagQoDEivYz-G24jzVLHc-T37DDdX1y5Vd64ax6AWXRMWSnDqqMYrzltxp2in0ezqQCuxnbSm1HuY9DzxqnHjA1OQ9SV8Ct/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541180141699360578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Driver Jack!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKaJyP9wfpyg8feepEDPIo0NQzR0nejWMitP1SREIKPMQTf8QjV6YfStwb2Ze1YFGw8lcJHQMdpow4aXy9lRf3rnXXhX8ddwuO9R471eaiM2vTHQ3X0ZgBbYvvE23dVC5jEwVgW71aCxEm/s1600/12.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKaJyP9wfpyg8feepEDPIo0NQzR0nejWMitP1SREIKPMQTf8QjV6YfStwb2Ze1YFGw8lcJHQMdpow4aXy9lRf3rnXXhX8ddwuO9R471eaiM2vTHQ3X0ZgBbYvvE23dVC5jEwVgW71aCxEm/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541180030334245506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And driver Osk<span style="font-style: italic;"> 'All aboard the Oscar express' </span>the 308 was mostly used in service on passenger duties on the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Perth</span> to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kalgoorlie</span> passenger service, as well as being allocated to the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kalgoorlie</span> to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonora</span> line until they were replaced with the Pr class locomotive.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAv98mK9wW4q3GoJgR8p2iH9qWB_n1l9Q93bQUqreFXtlas9wP_kk3AA_D8gR7oSvcB3LF9pO1fUThgk63cgSdLr_Yeog4nmMcAbjotgV8gGC54XSRLAsQqHr43wkfODcmv8tVR6rpkQ0_/s1600/14.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAv98mK9wW4q3GoJgR8p2iH9qWB_n1l9Q93bQUqreFXtlas9wP_kk3AA_D8gR7oSvcB3LF9pO1fUThgk63cgSdLr_Yeog4nmMcAbjotgV8gGC54XSRLAsQqHr43wkfODcmv8tVR6rpkQ0_/s320/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541179867470193746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And as you can see there are a fair few old steam trains in the museum which the kiddies can have a little climb on, but all good things come to and end and I know the little ones had a ripper day out. And the best thing is I didn't lose a kid, Hay wait a minute.... wheres Oscar<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BUGGER!</span><br /><div id="cyclelinks"></div><br /><br /><br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-87847483721773445022010-11-05T01:27:00.001-07:002010-11-05T07:01:10.765-07:00Aviation Heritage Museum of Western Australia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYT5QyNTVI5cmj_9sSmnxt98unn7QAK7YeXCKKMv4HmLNmUJhEEOa9oLkpHsQRgrA3eY8itIcHOTFeBsx8KZSWkMutwNMjbtqYBTsh21ZUuZh0DK-jaN2WwGQ8IUuTXruRWDwULDxNIjET/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYT5QyNTVI5cmj_9sSmnxt98unn7QAK7YeXCKKMv4HmLNmUJhEEOa9oLkpHsQRgrA3eY8itIcHOTFeBsx8KZSWkMutwNMjbtqYBTsh21ZUuZh0DK-jaN2WwGQ8IUuTXruRWDwULDxNIjET/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535983111158458002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />G'day from the cattle truck as were driving along the Leach Highway, so this is what it's like if you came along with us on one of our day outs. As you can see i've got the talkative one next to me, cos that way when i'm totally stuffed by the end of the day I can get rid of her <span style="font-style: italic;">'to the back'</span> on the return trip home. And where were the mob off too this week I here you ask.... well it was time to visit the Aviation Heritage Museum of Western Australia (or airplane museum for short). An<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsitAciEEPZkygYVlZxnzEGWNXqaQD547v9lplRz4x2DMjhzrnQJ7RvmzsNnL3uhqeVTXrYDFfTSw92uTMiSF4I4FMSxCv_dsz_HMK2EYQxCBqg5KXhdvNznyaqJPeg3AMvdl8C67BQSO0/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsitAciEEPZkygYVlZxnzEGWNXqaQD547v9lplRz4x2DMjhzrnQJ7RvmzsNnL3uhqeVTXrYDFfTSw92uTMiSF4I4FMSxCv_dsz_HMK2EYQxCBqg5KXhdvNznyaqJPeg3AMvdl8C67BQSO0/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535982831842882498" border="0" /></a>d what a rippsnorter of a day the old fella upstairs put on for us, and here are the kiddies under an old spitfire Mark LF-XVI E which started service with RAAF 451 squadron on the 3rd February 1945. Strewth that makes this plane younger then my old man (POP Paul), it served with RAF 451, 164, 577 and 288 squadrons before being retired.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGa585ye1Hfi56G4PIzgNV1ZS41ugSFfoTsCi_iI21RLQ2zRjVptP1-IIA67COMN-SCv0tToN4LRvoGD2ltxt_cBKjS8oqxYDpkNnc5EMrkCez7zbS9YeQcKAF2RX_RX2MWKZ5e7xl90Ip/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGa585ye1Hfi56G4PIzgNV1ZS41ugSFfoTsCi_iI21RLQ2zRjVptP1-IIA67COMN-SCv0tToN4LRvoGD2ltxt_cBKjS8oqxYDpkNnc5EMrkCez7zbS9YeQcKAF2RX_RX2MWKZ5e7xl90Ip/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535982649523464274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Inside the huge shed the first plane we came to was an old favourite of my Dad's it was a <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Catalina</span></span>, The Catalina performed a significant role in Australia's defense in World War II and Rathmines Park was then the world’s biggest flying boat base.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLurmQKA2wCO8M1NpUP0TrKr6joSmEOkw-MLYJD9EVykbRlicSgPwYzcIop6VNslVLJGlk2bMXFMzkNgqQQeyJolDP4Ciz0j9RNZoTv4rChXwGVIoSWaHpBflhqBroRfbQdIctUxDpMPBN/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLurmQKA2wCO8M1NpUP0TrKr6joSmEOkw-MLYJD9EVykbRlicSgPwYzcIop6VNslVLJGlk2bMXFMzkNgqQQeyJolDP4Ciz0j9RNZoTv4rChXwGVIoSWaHpBflhqBroRfbQdIctUxDpMPBN/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535982434650640402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then it was time to have a little play on a plane for the kiddies, and the Gardan Sud Horizon GY80-180 was it. This plane was built in France and was flown to Australia in 1968 by Dr Dicks, husband of Robin Miller, the famous flying nurse known to aborigines as <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"The Sugar B</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSpphf2N1J_Kz4Jb4dS15ZD5VLovQ_UzyzK1yHd07Hp9xD2W00O1Hs-gf-xqRNWfHKSMJTdAGuxS5X-oYTiKSHx2UefUiIG3Wtim_6yocphBlTHU6oFMq2WBGH7tgHOzy2406KE4Dtjza/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSpphf2N1J_Kz4Jb4dS15ZD5VLovQ_UzyzK1yHd07Hp9xD2W00O1Hs-gf-xqRNWfHKSMJTdAGuxS5X-oYTiKSHx2UefUiIG3Wtim_6yocphBlTHU6oFMq2WBGH7tgHOzy2406KE4Dtjza/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535982217210684034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ird Lady"</span></span> from her distribution of polio vaccine on thousands of sugar cubes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'Hello lady's and gentleman this is your Captain Osk speaking, today we will be flying over Perth and Whitemans Park if we can only get this thing of the ground!'</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span> God help us...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzvL3yplbHQBPlp7zpwfy17tdKBHLuKOrduw-J_Ei-SO1LlfFEsrC683MTxSHRc9bBdR_KXI40tuu6hK9IiiR6KSfuakVIDp6y8Vsnny1IvNTMyf_zqO2q2h5MTbLvRur9f5PMYOcgfQk/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzvL3yplbHQBPlp7zpwfy17tdKBHLuKOrduw-J_Ei-SO1LlfFEsrC683MTxSHRc9bBdR_KXI40tuu6hK9IiiR6KSfuakVIDp6y8Vsnny1IvNTMyf_zqO2q2h5MTbLvRur9f5PMYOcgfQk/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535982048331826466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Then we came to my favourite fighting plane the Vickers Armstrong built <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Spitfire</span></span>, It's maiden flight 5th March, 1936 and fought till 1952. Spitfires last saw combat during the 1948 Arab-Israeli War, when, in a strange twist, Israeli Air Force Spitfires fought against Egyptian and Royal Air Force Spitfires. With the advent of the RAF's new jet fighters, the Spitfire (even in its final 450 mph Mark 24 form) became obsolete after building a total of 20,351. It's sat's were <span style="font-weight: bold;">THE MARK24</span> Wingspan: 36 ft 11 in (11.25 m) Rolls-Royce 61 2,375 HP at 1,250ft, Performance: 450mpa (724km/h) Range: 580miles (930kms) Armament:4, 20 mm Hispano cannons.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxI8Laji6NJnzpMz8Z786MLxOADqfchJLe0B2A9P-xKEQ60dl0eOB9LolQQbBmu6vuBePB09sjsRg44OPAXCBoEhHonHL1eGcmF5VLzEviQtacmbLmgGuWufQqXmVYcRaNQiGutbPbAiiY/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxI8Laji6NJnzpMz8Z786MLxOADqfchJLe0B2A9P-xKEQ60dl0eOB9LolQQbBmu6vuBePB09sjsRg44OPAXCBoEhHonHL1eGcmF5VLzEviQtacmbLmgGuWufQqXmVYcRaNQiGutbPbAiiY/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535981882674938786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we came to the <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Avro Lancaster boomer</span></span> which is just a friggin' ripper plane, The <span style="font-weight: bold;">'Lanc'</span> or <span style="font-weight: bold;">'Lankie'</span> as it became affectionately known became the most famous and most successful of the Second World War night bombers, reputedly "delivering 608,612 tons of bombs in 156,000 sorties". They were used for daylight precision bombing raids using the large "Tallboy"(11,000 pound) and<br /><h1><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6QOFnOJX8Q1KNAWjNsLIfqPmg9S1jXkzxKC5C7TBJI0tAio7FZOnqVb77diGVoMFhZkPKUFWjNmSJPKYJNAP7JWeKy5OL427j-H1p3lYaCQEgkfGox8F3P9v5U7fgFKAImZE9Yb4obCa/s1600/10.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6QOFnOJX8Q1KNAWjNsLIfqPmg9S1jXkzxKC5C7TBJI0tAio7FZOnqVb77diGVoMFhZkPKUFWjNmSJPKYJNAP7JWeKy5OL427j-H1p3lYaCQEgkfGox8F3P9v5U7fgFKAImZE9Yb4obCa/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535981343190334546" border="0" /></a></h1> "Grand Slam" (22,000 pound) bombs... crikey!<br /><br /><br /><br /><h1><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWckpejWG1M6hEFA6OEJ2reS29gELNZM_BmpLJ5rXWRwWM2L1dOK15a4LVwhd9AFs3sXeJlUrJxjrIzmVMg47Ux3-KCjAEiTNeEpXl_v9dCJqvac61G71dQe9-D3lWaSfyCp2r9EbM45p/s1600/11.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWckpejWG1M6hEFA6OEJ2reS29gELNZM_BmpLJ5rXWRwWM2L1dOK15a4LVwhd9AFs3sXeJlUrJxjrIzmVMg47Ux3-KCjAEiTNeEpXl_v9dCJqvac61G71dQe9-D3lWaSfyCp2r9EbM45p/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535981168835675442" border="0" /></a></h1><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is Jacko and Sarah with a <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CA-5 Wirraway</span></span>. Wirraways were mainly operated as advanced trainers during World War II, but in the early stages of the Pacific war, some saw action against Japanese fighters and bombers - with only a little success, and many losses. The RAAF continued to use the Wirraway as a trainer after the war, the last not being retired until 1959.<br /><br /><br />This is the <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Macchi MB-326H</span></span> which was based at Pearce air-base just out of Perth, with No. 25 Squadron. The aircraft set some class records after its introduction, initially an altitude record of 15,489 m in August 1961, followed by other altitude and speed records in<h1><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaEOhS3fBe34dDERFKgWU72v5wSop0yoxO0kJdAMzA5JyfLINsvsqpHb8de4fZILr1vVYl6DNA5IJzDAboSdWmUFvRjfJ3Cqg4PNLbdy5Hovp0J6rSb2Vet-KvBiNs6HGuCZTI7Rp2wLP/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaEOhS3fBe34dDERFKgWU72v5wSop0yoxO0kJdAMzA5JyfLINsvsqpHb8de4fZILr1vVYl6DNA5IJzDAboSdWmUFvRjfJ3Cqg4PNLbdy5Hovp0J6rSb2Vet-KvBiNs6HGuCZTI7Rp2wLP/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535981707114048434" border="0" /></a></h1>1966. Maximum speed: 806 km/h, Maiden Flight 1957 and was just retired in from the RAAF in 2001.<br /><br /><br /><br /><h1><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvey857QL4XSUoc75_6mVSZr39tFCki6lMZbpPTj0zq8IBCkR6S-NLFtf4pL_NTBTGmAaViHmOHuRs-6c7npJVvBvBpG4fK4hzOuMFs_wkRtMGBkcGvvBE8tjH7dKir2gCeKFeM6hsUhBm/s1600/9.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvey857QL4XSUoc75_6mVSZr39tFCki6lMZbpPTj0zq8IBCkR6S-NLFtf4pL_NTBTGmAaViHmOHuRs-6c7npJVvBvBpG4fK4hzOuMFs_wkRtMGBkcGvvBE8tjH7dKir2gCeKFeM6hsUhBm/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535981511024455538" border="0" /></a></h1><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The next big plane was the <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dougla</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">s c47 Dakota</span></span> which had it's maiden flight in 1933 and was retired from the RAAF in 1999, the Dakota on display in the Museum is a C-47B and was the last Dakota received by the RAAF. Commencing in 1945, since then it has served in Papua New Guinea, Korea, Malaysia and Australia - including a 5 year stint patrolling the North West Coast of WA. The Dakota served in all theatres of World War II, notably flying supplies from India to China over the mountains, known as "The Hump", and ferrying paratroops to Europe as part of the 1944 D-day landings.<br /><br />Well their was heaps more planes that we had a gander at but of cause we can't pop every one in here, like a few tiger moths, a Vampire, Percival Proctor and many more. It was a ripper day and the kiddies had heaps of fun having a squizz at them, and by the way an old fella working their who flow some of these planes told us that this is the biggest collection of artefacts and planes in the <span style="font-weight: bold;">southern hemisphere</span>... Strewth!<br /><div id="cyclelinks"></div><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-51999742147249918882010-10-20T06:19:00.000-07:002010-10-23T16:37:01.707-07:00Beach gropers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwAlI0UCZJXVF7pX9oiixmOH92Yt8Y2_auqjQxbkmOyVKVPJ-f_SJOLzSDyHEKuD_8AOd3n-N7l_hB5MYExMm9WwnAJ99g7AcB7qmE1ZyCFnkPmEsTZi4x0VAOOdn6qes6SXQNnopvZvP/s1600/IMGP0082.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwAlI0UCZJXVF7pX9oiixmOH92Yt8Y2_auqjQxbkmOyVKVPJ-f_SJOLzSDyHEKuD_8AOd3n-N7l_hB5MYExMm9WwnAJ99g7AcB7qmE1ZyCFnkPmEsTZi4x0VAOOdn6qes6SXQNnopvZvP/s320/IMGP0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530121711446445106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well what a ripper day to pack a picnic and head for the beach, unless your living up in the chilly cold New England mountains..... suckers! The day was hovering around a nice barmy 31 so after chucking four kiddies in the commodore, we headed to our most loved sandy spot <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Geraldton Beach</span></span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRe3wHvuSjuq9CfQRbI_BEJgmQ5ZXvKz-hQeG8JYMs4U2PPu9nAdxgSkDWDR7_H2Dauick9ZZw8V5LkZLE492h96kuO2yDSstGbndgXDb4J_WolhYenxPxac7prD2GRCzG_NzzgZe-8dls/s1600/IMGP0091.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRe3wHvuSjuq9CfQRbI_BEJgmQ5ZXvKz-hQeG8JYMs4U2PPu9nAdxgSkDWDR7_H2Dauick9ZZw8V5LkZLE492h96kuO2yDSstGbndgXDb4J_WolhYenxPxac7prD2GRCzG_NzzgZe-8dls/s320/IMGP0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530121468824134834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And what a marvellous ripper day the old bloke upstairs put on for us, and it was even better once you got your toes we. Here's Sarah, Jacko and Harrison getting dumped by the Geraldton shore line.<br /><br /><br />And this day was gonna be the first every running of the <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sandgroper Cup Handicap Challenge</span></span>, which i'm hoping will become an annual event in the family calender. And if it's a handicap race then hopefully th<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMWn8jXBHR6RTIE_U5tn8QMlB5v7VO7IwGEllMf0tmq4oNrZrD_oo4ZJ19tCR4eX7zSzbDCz3ZC6H0XTKX1eAK-a-yoC_EQSzY0pbukmuPzzrLnUSOhg3Lg-LmHr46dwpu0cUgBI9dIHg/s1600/IMGP0122.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMWn8jXBHR6RTIE_U5tn8QMlB5v7VO7IwGEllMf0tmq4oNrZrD_oo4ZJ19tCR4eX7zSzbDCz3ZC6H0XTKX1eAK-a-yoC_EQSzY0pbukmuPzzrLnUSOhg3Lg-LmHr46dwpu0cUgBI9dIHg/s320/IMGP0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530121250973533074" border="0" /></a>e same old face won't keep going away with the prize, and here are the starters for todays race. First we have Jacko <span style="font-style: italic;">'So you think'</span> Paul at the back of the pack, which was the heavily weighted favourite to take away the prize. Second in the line up was Sarah <span style="font-style: italic;">'Profound Beauty'</span> Paul sitting comfortably as second favourite and ready for the race, as she had a light breaky so she could keep her weight down. Coming in at number three and Laying in Barrier No2 was Harrison <span style="font-style: italic;">'Shocking I can't believe i'm in this family' </span>Paul, who was nicely placed close to the prize but occasionally had the tendency to go off the rails near the end of races. And finally we come to the roughy of the race The big Osk <span style="font-style: italic;">'Shoot Out' </span>Paul, who loved the big occasions but sometimes came in a little over weight after a hearty breaky. So for the first running of <span style="font-weight: bold;">'The Paul Challenge'</span> the bookies had a market like this... Jacko 3/1 Sarah 5's Harrison 7to1 and The big Osk at 26/1. And so we come to the first race...<br /><br /><object height="335" width="410"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnBwrAyFHsA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnBwrAyFHsA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="335" width="410"></embed></object><br /><br />Then we come to the second elimination Final....<br /><br /><object height="335" width="410"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_E0cGHvXLo?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_E0cGHvXLo?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="335" width="410"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />And then the Final race<br /><br /></div><object height="335" width="410"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRNm2-7QMvA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRNm2-7QMvA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="335" width="410"></embed></object><br /><br />And what a graces winner we have....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_vD0dXWntFUZ4dEnQGHKRQb3eIt-ggbRNQDgdj0xOQQSLD_AFVnMWsLPWSFzRiJIU1ZQ_uvJskRExFOmyFWCgqiA1TCt88RVDor0SEecYPhAudhriEuuuxmrOzNMQgcZbMiiW_rGpIyw/s1600/IMGP0117.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_vD0dXWntFUZ4dEnQGHKRQb3eIt-ggbRNQDgdj0xOQQSLD_AFVnMWsLPWSFzRiJIU1ZQ_uvJskRExFOmyFWCgqiA1TCt88RVDor0SEecYPhAudhriEuuuxmrOzNMQgcZbMiiW_rGpIyw/s320/IMGP0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530120787960181954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />So after the running of the Great race the kiddies get together for a bit of old fashion sandgroping.... well they are Sandgropers ain't they!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZUFxs8pNgMLuqyq3bwhzmZ7TXzbMW3Vp_VdUiUJHbZH7DgM497HjDEarYK9NYpBAPIBuWYEIpkOiSpQn8WNUmywFA8xJ0VDURNFjtzAUF62VTLe1q5LvPTjgZQmbCoj4NBakCFb1hdF5/s1600/IMGP0086.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZUFxs8pNgMLuqyq3bwhzmZ7TXzbMW3Vp_VdUiUJHbZH7DgM497HjDEarYK9NYpBAPIBuWYEIpkOiSpQn8WNUmywFA8xJ0VDURNFjtzAUF62VTLe1q5LvPTjgZQmbCoj4NBakCFb1hdF5/s320/IMGP0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530120155924514498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />So after a bit of sandgroping the shark rissole's were back in the water and getting dumped by the waves, strewth the water up this way looks real beaut hay as blue as it get's. It's a pity I can't say the same for the Moore River which runs into the sea here, but beggars can't be choosers.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1pdU6tKXc4N1mhDu0d1gLxCWr689iKWyy_msGLv4VQUOfpf_oAh_rqUgj5Ft81_hJEZqbd_hx28VbgORAdjEkPuIU8pw5FKmtcnWkp36ZRARC6PwSXrCLUncR3L2mc5YQZJjZHSWock7/s1600/IMGP0101.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1pdU6tKXc4N1mhDu0d1gLxCWr689iKWyy_msGLv4VQUOfpf_oAh_rqUgj5Ft81_hJEZqbd_hx28VbgORAdjEkPuIU8pw5FKmtcnWkp36ZRARC6PwSXrCLUncR3L2mc5YQZJjZHSWock7/s320/IMGP0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530119758178476882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The big Osk.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_xS0Kb5OD_zxVCIxxEopJYzUvB6jWIXZeuiqiIauJS8ATfxl7V-r4mQjsp9nCiM_Ge2indeCdOki6FVb9Ht-FLstAlzzQOtxHf8KqC9hu4rf1YTrAUr1_6A_t3r26fWLepXcpQucPb7ci/s1600/IMGP0135.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_xS0Kb5OD_zxVCIxxEopJYzUvB6jWIXZeuiqiIauJS8ATfxl7V-r4mQjsp9nCiM_Ge2indeCdOki6FVb9Ht-FLstAlzzQOtxHf8KqC9hu4rf1YTrAUr1_6A_t3r26fWLepXcpQucPb7ci/s320/IMGP0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530119104068132738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So what do you do after a ripper surf beach race and some time in the waves, well you hit the local fish n' chip shop for a scrutinise sea tucker which is a ripper way to finish a beaut day out.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs-wfqD1VAkZNeIHbgGoNkA9M1n_XpUShen7CcB7SifLnHKYiXXkp_VvqpjKmrYs18Jd-itduD0s0V288VD7nQXy5rIGueHXTsY8aZreHx1wJiWGzFFCQiwU3IyrmRE7NoNTcLIEJBFK4g/s1600/IMGP0137.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs-wfqD1VAkZNeIHbgGoNkA9M1n_XpUShen7CcB7SifLnHKYiXXkp_VvqpjKmrYs18Jd-itduD0s0V288VD7nQXy5rIGueHXTsY8aZreHx1wJiWGzFFCQiwU3IyrmRE7NoNTcLIEJBFK4g/s320/IMGP0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530118738238328770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />On the way out we drove to the top of the lookout at the beach to see what we had been up to all day, and what a ripper crows nest it was.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczROSvLpcGxpganSl-yqt9D5Vfx9nKTxl5AFWI5InyeI7UhRoBLG8GIL4pBQD8p1zjS8VJYDNjwA3o4l-4slCdDNIqnISm2cnn2C3hHnQIOYdk3vGSapKXvmWW-_-igqXQ5VB0vSQs7Se/s1600/IMGP0139.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczROSvLpcGxpganSl-yqt9D5Vfx9nKTxl5AFWI5InyeI7UhRoBLG8GIL4pBQD8p1zjS8VJYDNjwA3o4l-4slCdDNIqnISm2cnn2C3hHnQIOYdk3vGSapKXvmWW-_-igqXQ5VB0vSQs7Se/s320/IMGP0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530118470184314242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's Harrison and Sarah showing you the view from the lookout, just have a captain cook at that mate! You can see what I mentioned about the river looking a little bondi tram brown, but the ocean couldn't be a better blue hay.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoUjZztSeJA5SGPLS4PuHFYU3kDIJARhPLnWeC4tthqxLH84bIrKJ4ZJkEVyWoomdZyOvRW9Hnh5PdjOu7S_V2JYXv1Uvt9_4xHpyN2n3vlzGMCs2EG810QyKyFEIdbYcfjoXBSpiTIC4/s1600/IMGP0142.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoUjZztSeJA5SGPLS4PuHFYU3kDIJARhPLnWeC4tthqxLH84bIrKJ4ZJkEVyWoomdZyOvRW9Hnh5PdjOu7S_V2JYXv1Uvt9_4xHpyN2n3vlzGMCs2EG810QyKyFEIdbYcfjoXBSpiTIC4/s320/IMGP0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530118238025028642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />So we come to the end of yet another ripper day on the other side of the earth, and as the sun set's over the Indian ocean we say goodbye and see ya latter....<br /><br /><br />P.s just a little left over bit of footage that I thought you might like to have a little squizz at, it was during one of the warm-up heats before the BIG RACE that stops a family. I like to call it 'The sore loser' ha,ha,ha strewth cop a gander at this...<br /><object height="335" width="410"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnpRyqraNtI?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnpRyqraNtI?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="335" width="410"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="cyclelinks"></div><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-14061987006919215842010-09-29T04:52:00.001-07:002010-09-29T06:44:52.217-07:00Kings Park FestivalOn a little ripper saturday morning with the sun just coming up, I through four little nevilles into the commodore and set off for Kings Park<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJQgN1jZ5G8YUt98aUbtIKGx03vH5TgAvvrvAhqAzUVNw56QUQj2cfUxlhV1TJ5hbx9XrAU1rriBG-AMHPyrD0FZ_7eK69WEIekxFk9wRjroBYhinbuOV0p21C35GLGFcdO3QeMQZQCEG/s1600/SDC14633.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJQgN1jZ5G8YUt98aUbtIKGx03vH5TgAvvrvAhqAzUVNw56QUQj2cfUxlhV1TJ5hbx9XrAU1rriBG-AMHPyrD0FZ_7eK69WEIekxFk9wRjroBYhinbuOV0p21C35GLGFcdO3QeMQZQCEG/s320/SDC14633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522307492741677938" border="0" /></a>. This month is the start of the Kings Park Festival, so with a big picnic packed in the boot we drove off towards dusty old Perth town. Here's the kiddies in frount of some of the wildflowers that are all through the Park, and wasn't it a little ripper of a day with the bush Thermometer reaching a beauty 29!... you couldn't ask for better.<br /><br /><br />Some of the ripper wildflowers that you'll see throughout the Park, but not every thing goes to plan when you take my mob out. See my favorite bush flower is the beaut aussie Kangaroo Paw, so all day I was pointing them<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTOnhueLujeVHw053MYBnylQqFtf6f-qL0dynUd43rgDjy4gqRr0uHGe4YVoRtDMfMeiOCSr0ppwmxiOH7zNFchOQtJJCr6zrOiXFUENXJjiT75HuYeod9579dgbWbgHQxegg4eh2Krak/s1600/SDC14634.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTOnhueLujeVHw053MYBnylQqFtf6f-qL0dynUd43rgDjy4gqRr0uHGe4YVoRtDMfMeiOCSr0ppwmxiOH7zNFchOQtJJCr6zrOiXFUENXJjiT75HuYeod9579dgbWbgHQxegg4eh2Krak/s320/SDC14634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522307224214325890" border="0" /></a> out to me little mates. But Oscar being me best little mate thought that his dad would love to take some Kangaroo Paws home with him.... You guess it! With me back turned he ran into the bush scrub and came out yelling out that he found some, lets just say that theres now about twenty Kangaroo Paws that will never see the light of day again. God bless his little red head....well it was red after I smacked it!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Then we walked along the path till we<br />reached our old mate <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bob </span>the Boab tree,<br />it's fairdinkum name is<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gija Jumulu</span></span>... (Crikey what a mouth full)<br />so I think i'll just kepping calling him Bob.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUP4k-aWOjCZOR_iAa2AuKMHZwD8QWtQk4ASp7Hkn3PyDbKMK0XboQiw-Nk7WcWOku4v4UOiBB0NUsn5Ezp_r_bPvQwpRUggd3aC3Q5kKZPQ__7oUjNMRV05wBf8Gluq6CIH-5oXJLy9s/s1600/SDC14637.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUP4k-aWOjCZOR_iAa2AuKMHZwD8QWtQk4ASp7Hkn3PyDbKMK0XboQiw-Nk7WcWOku4v4UOiBB0NUsn5Ezp_r_bPvQwpRUggd3aC3Q5kKZPQ__7oUjNMRV05wBf8Gluq6CIH-5oXJLy9s/s400/SDC14637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522306932520700402" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KCdEymNYa8omzjj7IwV_hrYARIXDdWMTp8yvqBsBZJDGTGv9N15WSPmEulYsV1zC1o18iFZfnQ03_CuJi1IqQBrgT1KcGUw6-wU3x6PBQMsEEiUmQYhSQtsbJi8VHEHzPia1NecdXZoz/s1600/SDC14640.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KCdEymNYa8omzjj7IwV_hrYARIXDdWMTp8yvqBsBZJDGTGv9N15WSPmEulYsV1zC1o18iFZfnQ03_CuJi1IqQBrgT1KcGUw6-wU3x6PBQMsEEiUmQYhSQtsbJi8VHEHzPia1NecdXZoz/s320/SDC14640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522306708112727522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Just down from Bob is the Fraser Ave lookout which overlooks the ripper Swan river and towards South Perth, I reckon this is one of the Parks best lookouts and gives you the best view of not just Perth but the surrounding city.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifybWA8ZJR89yESnSYUHtqAldV6aolommvPTQ4aNxyp4VeUk83Vi77sQeVHn3mvFz6_p_edemsaO4nkAwfdKcYy0rmHg6thwD6SuACSvePWx9OrrIrvT2qCvQyBmhd-TEV8DdMfGVsGUBe/s1600/SDC14646.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifybWA8ZJR89yESnSYUHtqAldV6aolommvPTQ4aNxyp4VeUk83Vi77sQeVHn3mvFz6_p_edemsaO4nkAwfdKcYy0rmHg6thwD6SuACSvePWx9OrrIrvT2qCvQyBmhd-TEV8DdMfGVsGUBe/s320/SDC14646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522306300797511522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As we walk along one of the paths through the Park we came apon this strange plant sculptors, so out with the old camera and take yet another photo to go with the 4,796 other ones over the two years we have had it..... poor thing. Talking about poor things here is little Sarah a<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjZHmYvRAwy-BXMO7ogSWtmTSs3gBMXUM86a_GieBHSRCV2Jh4HC3M4gz2MNSkABhGWbhKlbB_aSYnmaA4c27XLsjU5ZjWOVyDOgaupKrT879cgkVxjrQOyr-D9_I_dLGEWGcWqjZQ5Bi/s1600/SDC14654.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjZHmYvRAwy-BXMO7ogSWtmTSs3gBMXUM86a_GieBHSRCV2Jh4HC3M4gz2MNSkABhGWbhKlbB_aSYnmaA4c27XLsjU5ZjWOVyDOgaupKrT879cgkVxjrQOyr-D9_I_dLGEWGcWqjZQ5Bi/s320/SDC14654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522305913701651442" border="0" /></a>t another lookout, doing her little girly pose God help us.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg387qJGO8wm4icG1SRKlUgfy-df4DCuW67_8d5GFL3hu4Pfz9Jwn6gDgsXAp8eYrRKRVzWG8p2OOP_sCmaR2jn5WzMx82xcHZApdDrtztHIWu4y-wiFh25rTA66hjXr81kimRqRRBeO2Gh/s1600/SDC14656.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg387qJGO8wm4icG1SRKlUgfy-df4DCuW67_8d5GFL3hu4Pfz9Jwn6gDgsXAp8eYrRKRVzWG8p2OOP_sCmaR2jn5WzMx82xcHZApdDrtztHIWu4y-wiFh25rTA66hjXr81kimRqRRBeO2Gh/s320/SDC14656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522305668938633218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we reached the Lotterywest Federation Walkway which is a fancy little glass and steel arched bridge, which is suspended amongst eucalypts trees about 52 meters from the ground. It's always been a favourite with me little nevilles, and they always want to cross over it whenever where in the Park. I can't believe it's been<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhct__RjXc9TxnrrY4Oc45Kg2aff9RCPiOVjXBXm3UVZe1yMe5HtkOC_XfXMd4_p2pIsVNKnnKzcQziEUT776yGfWvZ066q5KIvyk1f-CdQQpz0Rjnns4hzgkNhT-xQHw1XaO31tmBuonij/s1600/SDC14660.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhct__RjXc9TxnrrY4Oc45Kg2aff9RCPiOVjXBXm3UVZe1yMe5HtkOC_XfXMd4_p2pIsVNKnnKzcQziEUT776yGfWvZ066q5KIvyk1f-CdQQpz0Rjnns4hzgkNhT-xQHw1XaO31tmBuonij/s320/SDC14660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522305320786860034" border="0" /></a> seven years since it was opened hay, I think we have been over it at least ten times over the years. But it's been promoted as one of the most popular tourist attractions in Perth, but lets be fair dinkum here how many tourists attractions does Perth really have! There's the Bell tower (yeah right), The Perth mint (which you have to pay to get in, same as the Bell tower). We have this Park (Kings Park), Fremantle is a beaut place to have a gander at, and well..... thats about it I think. So as you can see it's not like it has a lot of competition to be named 'The most popular tourist attraction!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7qhehwLR37NPQXNwNeq5LE9MYKTd3o19gXtGloisZx2z9Wq3RaTqgQtpn829_0pPi3eyVpIJxsqfhtYVLhF1G5BOlaM2VpYuNhTvMqI8dT8iKMVuJ0nGdCqiJ7lVJOFNdOpMOtrNcCTe/s1600/SDC14665.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7qhehwLR37NPQXNwNeq5LE9MYKTd3o19gXtGloisZx2z9Wq3RaTqgQtpn829_0pPi3eyVpIJxsqfhtYVLhF1G5BOlaM2VpYuNhTvMqI8dT8iKMVuJ0nGdCqiJ7lVJOFNdOpMOtrNcCTe/s400/SDC14665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522305081523248674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Some beaut wildflowers mate.<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCm9qTAI7A9uR_sidvIFn12sK-dFjBjUi51ayVQ45gw5qnxeAdiFenXLNYoeCl6pIVL9TckY_e4Xv6byFCda_FOqkx8B9501V74e9vJBZ4iMqJ1wMOho-9OUPCm5v8QZMoYVpPm9Be48Y/s1600/SDC14676.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCm9qTAI7A9uR_sidvIFn12sK-dFjBjUi51ayVQ45gw5qnxeAdiFenXLNYoeCl6pIVL9TckY_e4Xv6byFCda_FOqkx8B9501V74e9vJBZ4iMqJ1wMOho-9OUPCm5v8QZMoYVpPm9Be48Y/s400/SDC14676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522304716477604178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Kangaroo Paws <span style="font-style: italic;">ssssshhhhh</span> let's not mention them around Oscar!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfPen1RPQKnm-8nR0UTJLVGWEB5RlWoWzl2buY9y8LaNa_pCkmCpyCkn2kyPfHAIWzgp9-3-4Xsj7pdsWZyQcA3gKaCI7Fs9UVPkMwO7WsBU19UazKhhbRE0UUTcw4VelCV4MLZAdzAWF/s1600/SDC14692.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfPen1RPQKnm-8nR0UTJLVGWEB5RlWoWzl2buY9y8LaNa_pCkmCpyCkn2kyPfHAIWzgp9-3-4Xsj7pdsWZyQcA3gKaCI7Fs9UVPkMwO7WsBU19UazKhhbRE0UUTcw4VelCV4MLZAdzAWF/s400/SDC14692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522304204355293138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There's yours truly with the Paul boys with Perth town in the background, what a little ripper shot by neville Sarah.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV2OTwpMdAp4otZ_-algmmOahS37V4s_0D8AzjbW8jn6_Kl6Ol706RyPB8o6oEp0j2PlAkDp85CBMHc9st6Xmzn-25RZYpndFFcHG_IM2vtXrEP7Us7IKPQ1wQH2tN1lmtM4FPNJG6iyoB/s1600/SDC14726.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV2OTwpMdAp4otZ_-algmmOahS37V4s_0D8AzjbW8jn6_Kl6Ol706RyPB8o6oEp0j2PlAkDp85CBMHc9st6Xmzn-25RZYpndFFcHG_IM2vtXrEP7Us7IKPQ1wQH2tN1lmtM4FPNJG6iyoB/s320/SDC14726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522324231657702914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we reached the DNA Tower which was going to be the first time we have climbed it, and fair dinkum with bloody 102 steps it could be the last time for your's truly!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCI-gFWbcotR1vOcQz7_hLOjDCpCJIediUkG8LbRX9yp62yGTvmQfa407q13d7COQpN7NyfPq2UI8N3jUiH64z5gPC644PwU9LdoTQf4h8Vec1CawqTO1gsChXppT27WbrteWPGkMt7q5l/s1600/SDC14722.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCI-gFWbcotR1vOcQz7_hLOjDCpCJIediUkG8LbRX9yp62yGTvmQfa407q13d7COQpN7NyfPq2UI8N3jUiH64z5gPC644PwU9LdoTQf4h8Vec1CawqTO1gsChXppT27WbrteWPGkMt7q5l/s320/SDC14722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522324985523497858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Well at least I wasn't the only one finding it hard.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgFi10JAAFliH1Icme1Sbr4HOMZdiZiJ9yTyr2S5nwKDFUcoplz25iRfuqEdjPgSLzEICyDtVnT7ivC1eQJOCGMLTR-OiG3Ec0-0FB1fXTvcBzKBC7TXN5PfqkgwTUee62a1cg-rhtfle/s1600/SDC14717.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgFi10JAAFliH1Icme1Sbr4HOMZdiZiJ9yTyr2S5nwKDFUcoplz25iRfuqEdjPgSLzEICyDtVnT7ivC1eQJOCGMLTR-OiG3Ec0-0FB1fXTvcBzKBC7TXN5PfqkgwTUee62a1cg-rhtfle/s320/SDC14717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522325439150703938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here is the mob at the top of the tower all a-counted for (haven't lost any yet), there wasn't much to see up their as all the bloody trees cut out the view. Okay I reckon you could cut most of then down for a better view, but we are in a National Park and that's where trees are suppose to be right! So we better just leave them there hay. Just have a little gander at Oscar, between you and me I reckon that's just what he's thinking <span style="font-style: italic;">'Hay dad you don't have a chainsaw handy do you'</span>? He's a little ratbag that boy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvr47ms2hVYJ-M2X5Tlh2P8_8VpehoTvlPqylxFAinWTOY8XexqgQR94jpkhMxZ2mPAkioD0MgHqMk_aN5IIryGeJ6IZTWFaKGVRKLHO2Xe3JVNWDtzlR-6PD7ELFo2DnBa-2h8ttGQH2/s1600/SDC14752.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvr47ms2hVYJ-M2X5Tlh2P8_8VpehoTvlPqylxFAinWTOY8XexqgQR94jpkhMxZ2mPAkioD0MgHqMk_aN5IIryGeJ6IZTWFaKGVRKLHO2Xe3JVNWDtzlR-6PD7ELFo2DnBa-2h8ttGQH2/s320/SDC14752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522302872993724626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But all good things come to an end at some time and for us it was now, see how this photo was a little cloudy well it was the last photo from our camera before it gave up the ghost! That's right it broke down and now were up for a new one, thank God the aussie dollar is going up we should get one for less the a hundred hay. So after a beaut picnic and with our tummy's full we set off for the drive back towards Middle Swan, and for me the chance to rest my tried legs and sit back and watch the Grand Final on the telly... lives hard hay.The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-76766925912718521822010-09-20T00:28:00.000-07:002010-09-22T05:07:34.529-07:00Swannies Grand Final WIN!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYWAqSnF4Lasr2D-ZEoLd2jVejQ_X_oFhZ6jApKt0f1yMNPKBILuOWqizacGUqGreXNu-Hpn3UXlEyWBuyvAlznbfkfRqLHRE0rAtHPn2m6ss6_Qsa0CpDrTVvW4FpAlbKjwOdvBOK8wT/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYWAqSnF4Lasr2D-ZEoLd2jVejQ_X_oFhZ6jApKt0f1yMNPKBILuOWqizacGUqGreXNu-Hpn3UXlEyWBuyvAlznbfkfRqLHRE0rAtHPn2m6ss6_Qsa0CpDrTVvW4FpAlbKjwOdvBOK8wT/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519362195601491026" border="0" /></a><br />Well two years ago the Swanies were beaten in the 2008 Grand Final by Subiaco, so this year was our chance to break our Premiership drought which had lasted two decades. This year we were taking on Claremont Tigers who were the minor premiers with only two loses all year, one of them against our Black ducks funnily enough!<br /><br /><br />So the stage was set for a ripper Grand Final with Claremont showing $1.21 at the TAB, and the Black n' Whites coming in at a nice $3.90. So with a $6 outlay you were looking at a pack of salt n' vinegar chips, and a beaut six pack of Jim beam n' cola... not a bad little winner if I m<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmN2-puqk25H1jjizDmAd63opvJyqFQUIj6pF3vER0Mr5OIKYKDWI0DG4hqF4Dka_ERDBreCHSNPhb6scm0txH2SUx7hUNdYpiEd277LHVdua2GKcyTc-lO_THCl0VnnE4iO7pR13CAEZl/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmN2-puqk25H1jjizDmAd63opvJyqFQUIj6pF3vER0Mr5OIKYKDWI0DG4hqF4Dka_ERDBreCHSNPhb6scm0txH2SUx7hUNdYpiEd277LHVdua2GKcyTc-lO_THCl0VnnE4iO7pR13CAEZl/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519701904429634146" border="0" /></a>ight say so myself. The only problem was having to beat a deadset champion side like Claremont, but stranger things have happen in life.... like the Swanies making the Final in the first place. So I bundled three of the kiddies into the commodore and set off to the magnificent Subiaco Oval, home of the wooden spooners West Coast eagles and the famous Fremantle Dockers.<br /><br /><br />Here's the little nevilles outside Subiaco Oval on a beaut barmy 22 degree day, with the sun shining could you ask for a more ripper <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIz2T-Zts59v6OT1qyi9tw2yNk8mDJQPtCXxb1B4DzLtJy1M43Bwhu9ZaO71fCpydL-8PSge8iA57UxkttP2xLIM37vXa0CLzpoPBkaPhf6G4FzVEXdHa46r40hEmSTEh0W4Ob2WALTdSu/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIz2T-Zts59v6OT1qyi9tw2yNk8mDJQPtCXxb1B4DzLtJy1M43Bwhu9ZaO71fCpydL-8PSge8iA57UxkttP2xLIM37vXa0CLzpoPBkaPhf6G4FzVEXdHa46r40hEmSTEh0W4Ob2WALTdSu/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519361446124723234" border="0" /></a>day....no way. This was your's truly's second time to the stadium but the first time for all the kiddies, and it was going to become one that we wouldn't forget easily. The little ones were just blown away with the size of this place, see were use to watching the Black Ducks at places like our home ground (Steel blue oval) where we normally would pack out the place with a crowd of about 2,500. But after saying that we did have two matches of over 4000 this year, and fairdinkum at home in our last game against East Perth we had 11,251 stone the bloody crows there's not that many people live in Bassadean! Fairdinkum, but here today we saw our largest crowd ever as the attendance came in at <span style="font-weight: bold;">24,638!!!! </span>Crikey mate.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjL4_awcrwjuq5hB6vQt01G30SkdqkX-z8nd-gfsaiJRn7bBdTSylqMW68NuG5rj-QIFZV7mJ25sHawloYioQceUJuIoafEmzsyd4NZB_VV3nan0o5YMY9MORlwSIAKBBHOoIczV18ryqT/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjL4_awcrwjuq5hB6vQt01G30SkdqkX-z8nd-gfsaiJRn7bBdTSylqMW68NuG5rj-QIFZV7mJ25sHawloYioQceUJuIoafEmzsyd4NZB_VV3nan0o5YMY9MORlwSIAKBBHOoIczV18ryqT/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519697153787257554" border="0" /></a><br />So here are the nevilles on there old fashioned wooden seats in the 2 tier Subiaco road stand, no creature comforts like new-age plastic seats for my mob... if it was good enough for your's truly to sit on them at Macquarie United matches it's good enough for them. And by the way it was cheaper!! Well it did cost me friggin' $40 as it was, strewth I didn't even pay that much when I last took the misses out for dinner, but even that night the misses went for the most expensive thing on the menu.... a friggin' Big Mac!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QfJRBqVBx8ZRNf_l0kBR5yV86vmS2Svl11cizsZ9Gn1o5sBfhbP1EMJfwL5rxhi8exg_abua9n5P6V1PXJEw97o60meYrbxWfF4ofFGPihd62uQ0x4bLj40d6-mXwxP0Wk8d7UFvTYca/s1600/3f7c6211da484d92bfb8a77ce2459367.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 345px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QfJRBqVBx8ZRNf_l0kBR5yV86vmS2Svl11cizsZ9Gn1o5sBfhbP1EMJfwL5rxhi8exg_abua9n5P6V1PXJEw97o60meYrbxWfF4ofFGPihd62uQ0x4bLj40d6-mXwxP0Wk8d7UFvTYca/s320/3f7c6211da484d92bfb8a77ce2459367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519359895084169730" border="0" /></a><br />But as for the match it was the greatest Grand Final in <span style="font-weight: bold;">WAFL</span> history, fairdinkum it was something worth spending that much money to have a gander at. The first Quarter wasn't all that great as we missed shot after shot at goals, and when your playing a team thats only been beaten twice you need to hit the spot. But after the siren it was Claremont winning 3.3 21 to the Swanies 1.6 12, then we started playing better and finished the half with 5.10 40 to Claremont 5.6 36. The third Quarter was neck to neck with the Swanies in frount with 9.15 69, and the Tigers 9.11 65. Crikey what a close match and it was unreal to here the crowd whenever a Swan tackled a Tiger, the crowd would go up as one. it was just amazing to watch as the Swanies played together just like anything you see in the AFL level.<br /><br />Just have a squizz at this beaut goal during the match...<br /><br /><br /><object height="335" width="410"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RohMRbQ0egM?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RohMRbQ0egM?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="335" width="410"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZpWtZi0dRZBI9Zz42i6Cq0r68chLfk6Vbf3FF3iXm89XozkvYW6xTB6DFx2bolxeyyAoB4IpSZtViV2jQUit1W1EUPK1rxm61htt9dwqnrAwvvo4W7FxOOlHqoOPtEkHwt6rcvkss4lo/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZpWtZi0dRZBI9Zz42i6Cq0r68chLfk6Vbf3FF3iXm89XozkvYW6xTB6DFx2bolxeyyAoB4IpSZtViV2jQUit1W1EUPK1rxm61htt9dwqnrAwvvo4W7FxOOlHqoOPtEkHwt6rcvkss4lo/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519359648112280706" border="0" /></a><br />So with a drink and a hotdog in their little tummies the kiddies were in their element, and of cause they loved watching the footy as well. For the Swanies we had a beaut mob of players like Richmond castaway <span style="font-weight: bold;">Thomas Roach</span> with 22 possessions, Werribee boy <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wayde Twomey</span> 21 possessions and captain and old Midland Brick shed's boy <span style="font-weight: bold;">Josh Roberts</span> with 20 possessions, layed a ripper foundation for the fellas to work off. But the player of the match and our year, was an old fella (27) by the name of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Andrew Krakouer</span> who joined the club a few years ago from Richmond Footy Club. He had 40 possessions, 29 kicks, 11 handballs, 11 marks and kicked 4 goals, which handed him the Simpson Medal for best on ground.<br /><br /><object height="335" width="410"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU6OaDLYN9E?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU6OaDLYN9E?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="335" width="410"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />But the last Quarter would become the greatest in WAFL History with the lead changing six times, Andrew Foster kicked two goals in a minute to put the tigers in frount. We then drove the ball down to their end with every player running about like chocks with their heads chopped off, then just like when Mosses parted the water every player either went left or right and left one little fella all by himself. The kick in was spot on and he took a ripper mark about 15 out in frount, it was our little kiddie Stephen Coniglio (16.. a future No1 draught pick) who kicked the goal and put the Swanies in froun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvYLwzQBn2KrHsKQUfH0Z1PJynAMu2ACxDBCu85IYbqaw89tBUKn6Ej72fF5fnB0gISMA46tiOz6LyJJUVLQeBLrXGTzfi6KLqMiw50-McRwv4Ga3UFIs5L1oUGHzSSg6hvLLiCWUIkOV/s1600/SDC14574.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvYLwzQBn2KrHsKQUfH0Z1PJynAMu2ACxDBCu85IYbqaw89tBUKn6Ej72fF5fnB0gISMA46tiOz6LyJJUVLQeBLrXGTzfi6KLqMiw50-McRwv4Ga3UFIs5L1oUGHzSSg6hvLLiCWUIkOV/s320/SDC14574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519349960244695490" border="0" /></a>t again (Please almighty God ring that final siren!!!!). Then Claremont took a massive mark in frount by Crawford, fairdinkum their must of been 56 Swanies went up for the ball, but as they all came falling down one friggin' Tiger was still standing with the ball in his hands... bugger! he then went on to put it between the big posts to put the tigers back in frount (Please almighty God don't ring that friggin' siren!!!!). That put the Tigers in frount by five points with the clock ticking over at the 29 minute mark, then with the ball being kicked all over the place and with Claremont with the pill. They kicked a poor shot which was jumped on by the Swanies and who was the Swan that had it.... you guessed it Simpson Medal winner Krakouer, who had been as busy as a centipede on a hot plate all day, snapped at goal from about 30 out and about 24,638 people watched as the ball sailed through the large sticks to give the Swanies a lead with 30 seconds to go! And fairdinkum I reckon every Swanie supported thought the same thing... Please almighty God ring the friggin' siren!!!! And with our heart rate's going haywire we watched what seemed like twenty bloody minutes, as the ball was won then lost then won again till we heard that beautiful noise YOU BLOODY BEAUTY!!!!<br /><object height="335" width="410"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wAggA0nuEes?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wAggA0nuEes?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="335" width="410"></embed></object><br /><br />We had won the unwindable Grand Final and the crowd went crazy, to win a match in the dying seconds is unreal but to win a Grand Final in the dying seconds is just unbelievable! we won by ONE POINT!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbJPcPOh6uBVHBcweEIOZCVrqZ68r-SmgcFRJ3DStaaEZCE5o2Ldmclv6imMDyKbOnVYo9xF7NJUJo46PCN2b-tSEjZRVjPZnU4ygIlmSnY7CwhZF9biW28nfm9riRNSD-fXys234BwUS/s1600/1bf7881c2c0a4bceb1e85954ea7dddea.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbJPcPOh6uBVHBcweEIOZCVrqZ68r-SmgcFRJ3DStaaEZCE5o2Ldmclv6imMDyKbOnVYo9xF7NJUJo46PCN2b-tSEjZRVjPZnU4ygIlmSnY7CwhZF9biW28nfm9riRNSD-fXys234BwUS/s320/1bf7881c2c0a4bceb1e85954ea7dddea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519349233223222514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Claremont Tigers 14 15 99</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Swan Districts 14 16 100</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEExukYeVomKgKrLUBRm9o7ghdvTSyJlICmOcqTNOeW2ct5U7rMSz7ptLgeTPR6quGWOrEbIFOrx_xRHjgGusULxiqE7mpcxf42t_hFhnEzqe-UzjeA68HMYScxQkKmhsLF-BCqj0Sg26I/s1600/SDC14608.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEExukYeVomKgKrLUBRm9o7ghdvTSyJlICmOcqTNOeW2ct5U7rMSz7ptLgeTPR6quGWOrEbIFOrx_xRHjgGusULxiqE7mpcxf42t_hFhnEzqe-UzjeA68HMYScxQkKmhsLF-BCqj0Sg26I/s320/SDC14608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518902155076373426" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Our coach Brian Dawson who was coaching his last match for us, praised Krakouer's ability and that last goal. <span style="font-style: italic;">'He's won everything, he's won every media award, he's won the Sandover, he's got the Simpson and he's got a premiership medal to boot'. 'If someone was writing the script, I suppose they got it just about right','It was a crazy game, a great spectacle all day. It was just a real hard scrap as you probably expect Grand Finals to be. Claremont are horribly unlucky to lose a game by a point'</span>. And as you can see the nevilles just went off! all I can say is<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU BLOODY BEAUTY!!!</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPQ5GBfHx960J19Kh1ZoMuBCGD6C-RJF7RAn-7xLcUQ_xxqo8qB4ufQUFOZnrlh6J0qi-Ibd86WLBZIHHg-4Rnchdq2EaMtCjTSg72_lMq_dv1pBqOwSRwRDSVFuHZToLRfE_K-TAC71M/s1600/SDC14618.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPQ5GBfHx960J19Kh1ZoMuBCGD6C-RJF7RAn-7xLcUQ_xxqo8qB4ufQUFOZnrlh6J0qi-Ibd86WLBZIHHg-4Rnchdq2EaMtCjTSg72_lMq_dv1pBqOwSRwRDSVFuHZToLRfE_K-TAC71M/s320/SDC14618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518901526232589298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />So what a great day for the little Swanie nevilles to witness, and you could say they wrote a little page into the Paul Family History Book. To win a Grand Final by one friggin' point in the last 30 seconds! Strewth you couldn't of asked for a better way to finish a ripper day out at Subiaco Oval..... <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">GO THE SWANIES </span></span>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-88906144598226817702010-08-13T18:58:00.000-07:002010-08-24T04:59:49.058-07:00Happy Birthday POP<object height="285" width="380"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-28jAoTPFw?fs=1&hl=en_GB&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-28jAoTPFw?fs=1&hl=en_GB&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="380"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAQVoPG08ykHbyf9dtO4-_zIIo7jn6J3nNTru14uGHufIHomSP8F2XtOOXyFjoWv5E1ObbWxFUxMaXE8XYA-By9DQPLx2FN0RVm6ZSHziI3F0m7Hry6iU-5QtaI0HjvHgPNHRmxp44Gu5/s1600/925+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAQVoPG08ykHbyf9dtO4-_zIIo7jn6J3nNTru14uGHufIHomSP8F2XtOOXyFjoWv5E1ObbWxFUxMaXE8XYA-By9DQPLx2FN0RVm6ZSHziI3F0m7Hry6iU-5QtaI0HjvHgPNHRmxp44Gu5/s400/925+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505109994185721602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY POP</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(I wanted a younger photo for ya, but theirs only so much Photo shop can do!)<br /></div><br />Strewth 80 years old and you don't look a day over 79! Happy birthday old fella and you know Age is something that doesn’t really matter, unless you are a block of cheese. You know inside every old person is a younger person – wondering what the hell happened. So lets go back to those younger days (thank God for Google)....<br />So it starts in a cold winterly Singleton morning when a happy youthful William walks inside so see his better half, leaning over the sink bringing up her lunch... then turning to William and said <span style="font-style: italic;">I think i'm pregnant!</span> William turns and walks into the bathroom and looks into the mirror, then notices a little hair drop out.... IT HAD STARTED! Not much longer after that terrible night a little Victor had come into their lives, William smiled and looked at a youthful Ina and said <span style="font-style: italic;">'Well thats the only one we'll have'</span>. What they didn't know was they would go on to have all up five kiddies in nine years (only a bloody idiot would do that! Doah!), and of cause the last little neville Dessie would finish it all off... fourteen years latter.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnsajeFitw2ULghU6xFxdUS2lHC_KUeSyZzUSaQxs5vJaU_-Yl2MbDKOvTCSFjzqWhys6fAUi90tHhLdMyZ_jp8vN6_36Hr1pbWFytZwlv_AKwZd5qAcG_D1lLb5LJGgNWybyVKX1Q3LJv/s1600/d86de7a6723af4af22c50b0f0d34b8ec_four_column.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnsajeFitw2ULghU6xFxdUS2lHC_KUeSyZzUSaQxs5vJaU_-Yl2MbDKOvTCSFjzqWhys6fAUi90tHhLdMyZ_jp8vN6_36Hr1pbWFytZwlv_AKwZd5qAcG_D1lLb5LJGgNWybyVKX1Q3LJv/s400/d86de7a6723af4af22c50b0f0d34b8ec_four_column.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505090332044361858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was a beautiful 1930... Betty Boop premieres in the animated film "Dizzy Dishes" (Yes their was movies back then), and Agatha Christie publishes The Murder at the Vicarage. The Mercedes-Benz 770 is First Produced and would continue until young Vic becomes 13, also it was the 2nd Academy Awards (missed the first one by 'that much'), the Germans elected Adolf Hitler (bugger) and on a nicer note Ray C<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQ5dPXAZza9zqAcWgae3XI1Uhp_6C_9aHUi9G43hfLBrSe05zFP34B-bxOPtLH8m1g212TlYOX9K2qc1fYlNtW_I-rb5GyKvwzymxYIkFPjyS0u7LhM-k-IFCog1oJLQs9UQP2_QF_DT-/s1600/1928-steamboat-willie-62.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 107px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQ5dPXAZza9zqAcWgae3XI1Uhp_6C_9aHUi9G43hfLBrSe05zFP34B-bxOPtLH8m1g212TlYOX9K2qc1fYlNtW_I-rb5GyKvwzymxYIkFPjyS0u7LhM-k-IFCog1oJLQs9UQP2_QF_DT-/s400/1928-steamboat-willie-62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505088831013013874" border="0" /></a>harles was born (September). The <span id="abstarct">Mickey Mouse comic strip made its first appearance and </span><span id="abstarct">Pluto the planet was named officially, and the world was going threw the </span><span id="abstarct">Great Depression! and along came Victor.<br /><br />Also </span><b>Will Rogers</b> starts broadcasting The <b>Will Rogers</b> Program on radio,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>and the 1,046 feet (319 meters) tall <b>Chrysler Building</b> in <b>New York</b> (tallest man-made structure at the time) opens to the public. The Prime Minister was James Scullin and we had a King on the throne King George V, and during the Ashes series in England at Leeds a young fella scored a century before lunch. Then went on to add another century <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytatmSY5_LOdptdxgF7RYMUukX7HpJ6fEukt3_GrAtZDAPfih-jI2oRnbrYERICGIXru2Q8gEUoEKWhktz9Uy84z4-5B-ZfljwVzqscS7s3mtLzLhWHr43coy9LrZZWtUWxcg0jSuZeiU/s1600/ererer.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 101px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytatmSY5_LOdptdxgF7RYMUukX7HpJ6fEukt3_GrAtZDAPfih-jI2oRnbrYERICGIXru2Q8gEUoEKWhktz9Uy84z4-5B-ZfljwVzqscS7s3mtLzLhWHr43coy9LrZZWtUWxcg0jSuZeiU/s400/ererer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505099416194163010" border="0" /></a>between lunch and tea, before finishing the day on 309 not out (remains the only Test player to pass 300 in one day's play) and going on the next day to make 334... of-cause Bradman!<br />But getting back to the little fella Victor he would be the first of a big mob of Paul's, running around in the outskirts of Scot's Flat farm. He was joined by Bill then Errol and Colin and the little sheilah of the mob Carmel, followered by the surprise pocketrocket young Dessie. What a great time that mob must of had back at the farm, but all good things have to come to an end and thats when young Victor married Maureen. You could just imagine his dad William smiling to himself thinking (sucker), and it wasn't that long after when his better half Maureen, leaning o<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAz4wGCoZqDTGIxuYByJ3vlSg4DttXGQjkA7rKBMvyo2k4af3QkR_qtkVt0VME9zyxY5035D8yUfsqDhNw9VLE0FGh8WVfFTW0JfMrwYtD-HTGrvvBATQTZco1Z1BNxImu-dDp318lUuE/s1600/898+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAz4wGCoZqDTGIxuYByJ3vlSg4DttXGQjkA7rKBMvyo2k4af3QkR_qtkVt0VME9zyxY5035D8yUfsqDhNw9VLE0FGh8WVfFTW0JfMrwYtD-HTGrvvBATQTZco1Z1BNxImu-dDp318lUuE/s400/898+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505105262104693938" border="0" /></a>ver a bucket bringing up her lunch... then turning to Vic and said <span style="font-style: italic;">I think i'm pregnant! </span>Vic turns and walks into the bathroom and looks into the mirror, then notices a little hair drop out.... <span style="font-weight: bold;">IT HAD STARTED AGAIN</span>.... <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">the Paul curse!</span></span><br />Soon after a little Phillip came into the world followed by a little Mark and a sister Debra, all in four years there was no stopping them. Then five years latter along came a little Vicki then three years latter a little ripper fella by the name of Carl, and that was it! So they thought... but somehow out of the blue came the news that the misses was up the duff AGAIN! Screamed the soon-to-become-older-Dad Victor, and with that along came sweet little Jodi ooohhhh. And officially it was the last day of his hair!<br />But somehow he has made it to a massive innings of 80 so good on ya old fella, yeah you might be old and at your age your back might go out more often then you do. But when you sit down and conceder the alternative, I think you'll take another birthday with happiness and to be fair dinkum the statistics show that the people who have the most Birthdays live the longest. So with that I want to wish ya a happy birthday old mate and i'll leave you with a little saying...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The best birthdays of all are those that haven’t arrived yet.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijslI25BIGRTSxYPG2Cn6UQY4Ce_bwsG74nbbSUul8tHLhLlGI5UzWMfVKe4JbcoMlItR5f5SDiU_lBHrER7AP4JuCFJXB9ANyAQbfAeZ72-r5wiucFmDG6V-mlDpI2YUsm-kNurT_rc1x/s1600/900+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijslI25BIGRTSxYPG2Cn6UQY4Ce_bwsG74nbbSUul8tHLhLlGI5UzWMfVKe4JbcoMlItR5f5SDiU_lBHrER7AP4JuCFJXB9ANyAQbfAeZ72-r5wiucFmDG6V-mlDpI2YUsm-kNurT_rc1x/s400/900+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505108386557119058" border="0" /></a>So Happy Birthday Pop<br />from<br />Carl,Tania,Jacko,Sarah,Harrison,Oscar and Chase.<br /><br /></div><table cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td class="datetime"> <br /></td> <td class="event"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-80650529907518091492010-07-23T17:37:00.000-07:002010-07-24T06:20:09.451-07:00End of an era<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnDBkcQWurwB2odxIzHrS-frgZOchLdOdYFmHlv2_aCCZVzhK1AtWsJHar47bISj63SuEJjNYwDQGRponWoiJ_nvAD5YFRIg9ogk7IvIvynhZtpnoMFIfpqGnwfhyphenhyphengX3DEjvGnLif5U8Oh/s1600/SDC13022.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnDBkcQWurwB2odxIzHrS-frgZOchLdOdYFmHlv2_aCCZVzhK1AtWsJHar47bISj63SuEJjNYwDQGRponWoiJ_nvAD5YFRIg9ogk7IvIvynhZtpnoMFIfpqGnwfhyphenhyphengX3DEjvGnLif5U8Oh/s320/SDC13022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497266469700045330" border="0" /></a><br /><div id="cyclelinks"><br />Well it was the end of an era for an old beaut bridge, which had stretch over the Swan River in Middleswan for a fair few years. Here is a photo of the Whitemans Bridge, with the little nevilles having a last walk over.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGTC-wTIZ0PdXRy3g2FeFkHPgC2qrRNmplsVYgrHZ5GVaYolHL2JrX525UkSapakdNLNojfWOZEeTbTouhPrwLqX0NBOofhGloB3PmAB-bKlpGzBLbTjY_wfa21o92E3dQG8LU65GhWc-M/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGTC-wTIZ0PdXRy3g2FeFkHPgC2qrRNmplsVYgrHZ5GVaYolHL2JrX525UkSapakdNLNojfWOZEeTbTouhPrwLqX0NBOofhGloB3PmAB-bKlpGzBLbTjY_wfa21o92E3dQG8LU65GhWc-M/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497267199276441218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For old times sake we took some photos of the old bridge, before it was 'Goodnight the Fox' and was made into some woodchip. Fairdinkum it was a real beaut piece of Past history, but unfortunately that just doesn't cut it anymore.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGDC5SXxVdh9kaIXxts4sePskPgOhHBjKr03C36Cigxzpv1DHktD5ALQE-SrVuC6631Cj6YjvnDw2xiR601ularbbM3nAHjvdqtXpxkJJybWqJF6KGDw3brarkVG8Dl0KJAEpKOqCJve9/s1600/SDC13325.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGDC5SXxVdh9kaIXxts4sePskPgOhHBjKr03C36Cigxzpv1DHktD5ALQE-SrVuC6631Cj6YjvnDw2xiR601ularbbM3nAHjvdqtXpxkJJybWqJF6KGDw3brarkVG8Dl0KJAEpKOqCJve9/s320/SDC13325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497268014026496338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This was the day when in came the bulldozers and down went some of the majestic old bridge, Jacko is having a gander as they destroyed some of the bridge supports.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4lGVeIWZ8dqnbV76dGOhehs6bef3s8D8dgJJUbp-UKiY79elo1ZVR9xU3G-nP8uBz0sisW6XvdsxLc2-eyhOsah_Lvb3FWfOly1Lk4v2kTol7rrae8RsM9NFYUv0JQeJTlEOtslUueIi/s1600/SDC13385.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4lGVeIWZ8dqnbV76dGOhehs6bef3s8D8dgJJUbp-UKiY79elo1ZVR9xU3G-nP8uBz0sisW6XvdsxLc2-eyhOsah_Lvb3FWfOly1Lk4v2kTol7rrae8RsM9NFYUv0JQeJTlEOtslUueIi/s320/SDC13385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497268690271214370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />It took over a month but now most of the bridge was gone, now all remained was sets of wooden piers which will be made into some sort of sculptors, surrounded by newly landscaped park land which will let you walk under the new boring cement bridge.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24kdb331ua1IHcw8Y52gs1ZvOPdunCSqXMb0HbbJedArYU96QquuiDK3AvQx-yCi0ybs5obtTMvoG_A_oWkne6B6N1GHlPyHtFk5T5zSAoQ7kYTI0-77AkiiRgTfaN32lIauUeme9OcxJ/s1600/SDC13404.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24kdb331ua1IHcw8Y52gs1ZvOPdunCSqXMb0HbbJedArYU96QquuiDK3AvQx-yCi0ybs5obtTMvoG_A_oWkne6B6N1GHlPyHtFk5T5zSAoQ7kYTI0-77AkiiRgTfaN32lIauUeme9OcxJ/s320/SDC13404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497269732353901586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />A month later and most of the bridge is gone except for whats left in the water, and some parts on the other side bank. It's sad to see this grand historic piece of wood be taken away piece by piece....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxY2qejml3Od5uGzuwMI6VHjI51798DzeJaq6Yocq0iaM5nM-Xn0UkKlz3-mOxkmbrOeBTUplMosd369KDtOKG2RuzE8qDV4d3EuTfKd2UZScqJDblMjsivXSGVASiSEjDTm-a37pOmJAJ/s1600/SDC13615.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxY2qejml3Od5uGzuwMI6VHjI51798DzeJaq6Yocq0iaM5nM-Xn0UkKlz3-mOxkmbrOeBTUplMosd369KDtOKG2RuzE8qDV4d3EuTfKd2UZScqJDblMjsivXSGVASiSEjDTm-a37pOmJAJ/s320/SDC13615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497270065738230098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we popped in about a month later and the grand old lady of the swan river was mostly gone, heres Jacko, Oscar and Harrison <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtX9Firnr_d-5-8CPkD4OHnDQapJ5ZHrODt19FU67qRUAMv8ED84_5gP9OsRFDd08_0yXKsDRN_gN2EglKotLp8zo5Y1qqFDTi6_IdhmMLUJOEFbRwfpKoPcIc1Yy0OoL_74redlSwSfSp/s1600/SDC13624.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtX9Firnr_d-5-8CPkD4OHnDQapJ5ZHrODt19FU67qRUAMv8ED84_5gP9OsRFDd08_0yXKsDRN_gN2EglKotLp8zo5Y1qqFDTi6_IdhmMLUJOEFbRwfpKoPcIc1Yy0OoL_74redlSwSfSp/s320/SDC13624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497270466025153570" border="0" /></a>having a squizz before she was all gone. It's a real pity that they decided she had to go, as you could sit on her and throw a line in and do some fishing of it. But council knows better hay and so she's just about gone as the kiddies have a last look at her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgwvEgN8bRMa8O92p_KBLFuMEKwLkCCGklJYud5lYfQOxiyR7dWgaJlDH-_G8c4s3DIwHBHeUpXaCMtWgnwDJQ7N80FD6BM0UbP2o6Q5WTtREeUDGMu43wg7opBfA2VJvzn5Re15-B-yU/s1600/Untitled.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgwvEgN8bRMa8O92p_KBLFuMEKwLkCCGklJYud5lYfQOxiyR7dWgaJlDH-_G8c4s3DIwHBHeUpXaCMtWgnwDJQ7N80FD6BM0UbP2o6Q5WTtREeUDGMu43wg7opBfA2VJvzn5Re15-B-yU/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497279696064484226" border="0" /></a>Then she was gone..... just like most things that have seen better days (except my Dad), she disappeared into the Past and will only be remembered in the pages of Middleswan history.... Goodbye Old Girl!<br /><br /></div><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-17028386540356968952010-06-15T04:20:00.001-07:002010-06-15T05:19:32.841-07:00Swan Valley Bushwalk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkQlB2SiV-ywbZIB9E_25c6gWQJCExxX1a5Qo6v5P8CoQjfAPUWGcqFs1zQPGqHZA-lmCZxoJJtQfgC7-lm3DaOhjKpA6tdXmXQdbBhB2cbc9C5oZIv_kTfwdUFWIyYcnFb9_zcpk01h3/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkQlB2SiV-ywbZIB9E_25c6gWQJCExxX1a5Qo6v5P8CoQjfAPUWGcqFs1zQPGqHZA-lmCZxoJJtQfgC7-lm3DaOhjKpA6tdXmXQdbBhB2cbc9C5oZIv_kTfwdUFWIyYcnFb9_zcpk01h3/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482960823193322450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Normally our bushwalks don't get onto this blog but since we have been trying to save some moolah, we haven't been getting about as much. So a nice little bushwalk along an old bush track, is just what the doctor ordered. So we headed to a place called <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bells Rapids</span></span> which is about a nine minute drive away, after parking the commodore in the picnic area we grab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdQfKKYVLVxLN-Iza5SgEnxRRVkvtItshosgmJzKpFUatzCsXketokXENL81XCdfjGq0L0sB6WHd-nh_lSLsvqOdYd_DATf0jFy0I_oKAyX-tm4QrjYuL9nIwvhFqPy4FdsXzPBmPLWW-/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdQfKKYVLVxLN-Iza5SgEnxRRVkvtItshosgmJzKpFUatzCsXketokXENL81XCdfjGq0L0sB6WHd-nh_lSLsvqOdYd_DATf0jFy0I_oKAyX-tm4QrjYuL9nIwvhFqPy4FdsXzPBmPLWW-/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482960637531210130" border="0" /></a>bed a small picnic and some bottle water and off we went along the track next to the river. This place is located in Brigadoon and is unofficially known as the entrance to the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Avon Valley</span>, through which the Avon River (which becomes the Swan River) flows. Heres two of the kiddies climbing up some boulders, luckily for them the misses isn't here or they would be in more trouble then a box of worms on a fishing trip!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMa_E_ZDzBkasiMNcQc3uLUyXcLaem3VCKyPZ9tvKzgC_XEmQITrQVWSSYkKlXG6cLoWHWtdEt6iGc59pQF8NqMFgNWcnevocaMTthOe3QVWHukGTZvUECRbab8hpVVFLkOAtm01GHL6u/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMa_E_ZDzBkasiMNcQc3uLUyXcLaem3VCKyPZ9tvKzgC_XEmQITrQVWSSYkKlXG6cLoWHWtdEt6iGc59pQF8NqMFgNWcnevocaMTthOe3QVWHukGTZvUECRbab8hpVVFLkOAtm01GHL6u/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482960456268561554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bells Rapids sits on the edge of the Darling Scarp, and is a prime viewing area to see competitors in the annual Avon Descent White Water Race. Heres the little princess with the Bells rapids bridge in the background,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-T3Vznbk2Ri4_qY9Z6ewSh2ZX-MMvM8mzPk7l1wULyvlSxCZ1l0Kq5opLVgGeWAYVo_3BhvYwuUOwzeh2Bz5OLiszUHyOkPRUYwS9EhqkmswGlcVSQ4-crx6TR_PKyv4FYEDcDn9abrf-/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-T3Vznbk2Ri4_qY9Z6ewSh2ZX-MMvM8mzPk7l1wULyvlSxCZ1l0Kq5opLVgGeWAYVo_3BhvYwuUOwzeh2Bz5OLiszUHyOkPRUYwS9EhqkmswGlcVSQ4-crx6TR_PKyv4FYEDcDn9abrf-/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482960218085137842" border="0" /></a> as you can see the river is down quiet a bit and needs a lot more water for a beaut race this year. And here is the mob on the bridge as they cross to the other side, so we can start down the bush track for our bushwalk.<br /><br /><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cGJPAHUwxAs3gqhK_2RUGQfd8Kuf_TyQPI1BgOVNifS6oaVXPVxZXhE8YZwk9Dd3xLGUKGQNv3CSSitrd6xd9aiB1ZMd7W4wqo4RJoJAck8hjtfdilMcqBZSpwyeqfC5Z1IDB0inwhqW/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cGJPAHUwxAs3gqhK_2RUGQfd8Kuf_TyQPI1BgOVNifS6oaVXPVxZXhE8YZwk9Dd3xLGUKGQNv3CSSitrd6xd9aiB1ZMd7W4wqo4RJoJAck8hjtfdilMcqBZSpwyeqfC5Z1IDB0inwhqW/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482960060553476178" border="0" /></a></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent">But before we hit the track we came across an old rope swing which the kiddies couldn't help but give it a go, heres Sarah swinging about having a ripper time.<br /></p> <p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0m5_Yr9XoYLvPY1Vb0Rmu_bFB6EOQlQPe2B4NMsBnZHqTiqa_FXt-FxT2G71iq-ZeQOqqD9rFUYt2AD-JcRARN7OpwzvQgNtl9Mu5WdFY2dzdVQ6BawPxez_ZXk883chkRP-xtVTqEqak/s1600/6+%282%29.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0m5_Yr9XoYLvPY1Vb0Rmu_bFB6EOQlQPe2B4NMsBnZHqTiqa_FXt-FxT2G71iq-ZeQOqqD9rFUYt2AD-JcRARN7OpwzvQgNtl9Mu5WdFY2dzdVQ6BawPxez_ZXk883chkRP-xtVTqEqak/s320/6+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482959870639606914" border="0" /></a></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent">Crikey Oscar! talk about giving us a smile!<br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrptEPgnJfTWmkRETHP06GFMWDve6Yfmdt_74yUN8oKDkj74LwQ0cynSunXIYAc1p6NbPy5SodYrMijBqivJkrYUu-G4DeAK5I4wE0icV384ecjENjsWcLkzWQdoxUj136JHPUqIXzXGh/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrptEPgnJfTWmkRETHP06GFMWDve6Yfmdt_74yUN8oKDkj74LwQ0cynSunXIYAc1p6NbPy5SodYrMijBqivJkrYUu-G4DeAK5I4wE0icV384ecjENjsWcLkzWQdoxUj136JHPUqIXzXGh/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482959685625127378" border="0" /></a></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p> <p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent">Heres Sarah again as she walks along the Avon River bush trail, ooohhh isn't it beautiful.... i'm talking about the countryside of cause!<br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p> <p class="dropcontent"></p><p class="dropcontent"></p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6FRh1lF8j5q069AQvFCPbB3HuAhltjTd-jiJkuvwkgIWzETJTdKT7c6brkcrVSMxOPcd20iuygyifENaBmGnsvVJafRybf0HGEuhT2F0J2X7X53CTp2hxOmEvF0o8vECeXpbVieFMTaB/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6FRh1lF8j5q069AQvFCPbB3HuAhltjTd-jiJkuvwkgIWzETJTdKT7c6brkcrVSMxOPcd20iuygyifENaBmGnsvVJafRybf0HGEuhT2F0J2X7X53CTp2hxOmEvF0o8vECeXpbVieFMTaB/s400/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482959484554168658" border="0" /></a></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p> <p class="dropcontent">walking along the track.</p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyJBYTAosAszttGrFDJfd8qrnunTqPuzwcyqFU-mTvUUQCcYVUxMkDSe-SnzELB8CRVydVK1CdNsS2NclehYZX-XRHAkcgNJHATTlZ0H5I3LX5KgZqy45z9CIP7UkxL5Wbz59kujyg4AO/s1600/9.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyJBYTAosAszttGrFDJfd8qrnunTqPuzwcyqFU-mTvUUQCcYVUxMkDSe-SnzELB8CRVydVK1CdNsS2NclehYZX-XRHAkcgNJHATTlZ0H5I3LX5KgZqy45z9CIP7UkxL5Wbz59kujyg4AO/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482959245923018626" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent">Rest stop as the kiddies needed a long drink and a feed, as we had came a massive four kilometers so a rest was needed. Then we turned</p> <p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofw7lY_0gQ_fUprFo4-UhK0Y0CKDoxrvfPPgHTkNwl1SBeb8gv6bDpXuGGfmHtLTpZ3IlXvgD4Bq3nzR5uMz82iO6x4TKEsL5FxFQm7M7hASF3QZYhvQmGoyegsBP8nqiNzuUaEBBVP_O/s1600/10.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofw7lY_0gQ_fUprFo4-UhK0Y0CKDoxrvfPPgHTkNwl1SBeb8gv6bDpXuGGfmHtLTpZ3IlXvgD4Bq3nzR5uMz82iO6x4TKEsL5FxFQm7M7hASF3QZYhvQmGoyegsBP8nqiNzuUaEBBVP_O/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482959011068438226" border="0" /></a> around and started back along the trial again, next time we will try to make it to the National Park which is only about another couple of kilometers away (i think).<br /></p> <p class="dropcontent"><br /></p> <p class="dropcontent">And finally were back at the old bridge again, and now it is only a short walk to the picnic area. So another ripper bushwalk under our belts, we might have to find a harder one next time.... poor sods.<br /></p> <div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-57667454584769350092010-06-02T01:40:00.000-07:002010-06-02T02:22:09.292-07:00Chases 1st Birthday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7qXpPriScMyK5WHMonAjfL5BMnjmhyvZ6TEt-bsSIYApIpkRJEJ0MciTtw_QkY1Hm90_D0lXUCH-ZlxQy3e0XZQ-Zis95tcKzauupzoJjBI3sYqBAmUfLDHNcBL_Zqfv58bM07ohzXuL/s1600/SDC13657.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7qXpPriScMyK5WHMonAjfL5BMnjmhyvZ6TEt-bsSIYApIpkRJEJ0MciTtw_QkY1Hm90_D0lXUCH-ZlxQy3e0XZQ-Zis95tcKzauupzoJjBI3sYqBAmUfLDHNcBL_Zqfv58bM07ohzXuL/s400/SDC13657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478096487597378114" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'You can dress him up but you can't take him anywhere'</span> He might be a ripper feeder but crikey, it would be nice if he could get some in his mouth every now and again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-XBcXqTp2wJjKGzFcT7KHKwO_tf0yUtpqx1k4eCvMM56AOjVYRjLNOW9wwAKBV8cFdB2tWzxoCcZnr4rlY4oP-cNj6LFT59tpIvhwky_p0hp6ij_poN8a5gkGw2JW83lCqjeZCT3PTeB/s1600/SDC13663.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-XBcXqTp2wJjKGzFcT7KHKwO_tf0yUtpqx1k4eCvMM56AOjVYRjLNOW9wwAKBV8cFdB2tWzxoCcZnr4rlY4oP-cNj6LFT59tpIvhwky_p0hp6ij_poN8a5gkGw2JW83lCqjeZCT3PTeB/s320/SDC13663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478096086690701938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So after an industrial wash down he scrubbed up pretty okay and as you can see he loves a good feed..... but it's all puppy fat! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XKi74OvkRDkDkLR3qOFvg1LIzvhemRvV9SwdkHxzpvQlnvgYrYGJ3ywnCNHoZxhZGD-KXyPlEsElQ-4Cn8sDoeJZEsET379aZgzADb7BPWOmfpqPZfRhMPLUkk5Zn2YCZRm56lrLu4Pa/s1600/SDC13667.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XKi74OvkRDkDkLR3qOFvg1LIzvhemRvV9SwdkHxzpvQlnvgYrYGJ3ywnCNHoZxhZGD-KXyPlEsElQ-4Cn8sDoeJZEsET379aZgzADb7BPWOmfpqPZfRhMPLUkk5Zn2YCZRm56lrLu4Pa/s320/SDC13667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478095888212367026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then it was party time <span style="font-style: italic;">'Party, Party, Party'</span>.... <span style="font-style: italic;">These things are okay but I can't eat them hay, so where you put the cake!</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMH3xEbZW0IJbzyuVK5TgSndQHjgseenTKvIIkt5u1GBT3OZpp7RsY-2v5_SAmDIcswZsxaEZsXeU9GH_0eTWQ2CFGNUDx_Hurv89h9e4ZpH_wQMYszV4o4ouCQzWB8JdGsF-gNGBrOvE/s1600/SDC13668.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMH3xEbZW0IJbzyuVK5TgSndQHjgseenTKvIIkt5u1GBT3OZpp7RsY-2v5_SAmDIcswZsxaEZsXeU9GH_0eTWQ2CFGNUDx_Hurv89h9e4ZpH_wQMYszV4o4ouCQzWB8JdGsF-gNGBrOvE/s320/SDC13668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478095252933428146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'Now where talking but what's with the one candle mum, didn't we have any money left in the budget hay! Oh I get it i'm one year old so you gave me one candle... silly me, wait a minute if thats right then why didn't we have 42 candles for dad's birthday cake. That's right mum said it might start a house fire, and da</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdl08mT9qD_QfKAvTjhQVh2WbDQvd4cYIZOofkKZH8a34KTJ9vnfGxfZ6Ohy3g1NyJIE-001EnNM8NEOLUHLdp2fu6MOgj-NE_07VHekhU3Ic9OpRtNobNMv4T-eKIKn-d6NpEcugYvoaK/s1600/SDC13670.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdl08mT9qD_QfKAvTjhQVh2WbDQvd4cYIZOofkKZH8a34KTJ9vnfGxfZ6Ohy3g1NyJIE-001EnNM8NEOLUHLdp2fu6MOgj-NE_07VHekhU3Ic9OpRtNobNMv4T-eKIKn-d6NpEcugYvoaK/s320/SDC13670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478094996214671682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">d said something that wasn't very nice by the look on mum's face' </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'Are you going to eat me Nana Ann'</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-A8BVPUic4D1JVYHzpdTx_kgS-63b5FWT3lx5qzIg7rzszNXKpm7IkSisC8CdsrA9UZ3MtOft_yeCV0_28sPEH2-fTsyUHAyzqu-WFOy4J4kbPC6qQyxZ1oBtggMkWgXS9xp5QmAtQS-/s1600/SDC13672.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-A8BVPUic4D1JVYHzpdTx_kgS-63b5FWT3lx5qzIg7rzszNXKpm7IkSisC8CdsrA9UZ3MtOft_yeCV0_28sPEH2-fTsyUHAyzqu-WFOy4J4kbPC6qQyxZ1oBtggMkWgXS9xp5QmAtQS-/s320/SDC13672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478094742804519890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'Now for next year's birthday I would like another snake and another cake, but then again what about a snake cake... i'm a thinking baby hay'</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw45bgW0wiYy5bjg82sGvhvOpWOe9285XRpexg9CAzn1vjloyuvyMfMaUPbUeFYNCMFWaEfLJRuj4KtHY_jucGT7JB4m9edV3xaK7E0ZcqioMF_7hjm-Pt6rwsR8KEZvN8LHeMa14_RfO6/s1600/SDC13673.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw45bgW0wiYy5bjg82sGvhvOpWOe9285XRpexg9CAzn1vjloyuvyMfMaUPbUeFYNCMFWaEfLJRuj4KtHY_jucGT7JB4m9edV3xaK7E0ZcqioMF_7hjm-Pt6rwsR8KEZvN8LHeMa14_RfO6/s320/SDC13673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478094513577697730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But thats the end of the little fellas first birthday, and i'm sure theres a fair few more where that one came from. He loved all the toys and stu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoLSRicGTL3XOTTIFjNoLv6GtH8der2vTgrFV8YBL4yRFIiGIG9eBjYl45a1iWU2WAnBDqiBojrpEHhB9qkwsAwTby2TCwwoUJllHhIYSTnzkemUtmJDg6ATlVyE9ymWIqs9ldyG7-GF2/s1600/SDC13678.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoLSRicGTL3XOTTIFjNoLv6GtH8der2vTgrFV8YBL4yRFIiGIG9eBjYl45a1iWU2WAnBDqiBojrpEHhB9qkwsAwTby2TCwwoUJllHhIYSTnzkemUtmJDg6ATlVyE9ymWIqs9ldyG7-GF2/s320/SDC13678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478094242439657426" border="0" /></a>ff he got, but had just as much fun with the boxes that the toys came in.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-75460088200507854292010-05-21T21:33:00.000-07:002010-05-21T23:38:31.016-07:00Jessica Watson<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3KA1ZBlID860MmgHXc_ewzBuFcDshC-wWjpEqUMBsjqr_Rinb1lmEF6AQpV9_9pc6QW4n9ptBOOxc1XkfGKFI0AU2vv3mVgIPKsNL87YJHEQfojXPlbaWX-HMTbLriyf6jUylACybVtM/s1600/7668.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3KA1ZBlID860MmgHXc_ewzBuFcDshC-wWjpEqUMBsjqr_Rinb1lmEF6AQpV9_9pc6QW4n9ptBOOxc1XkfGKFI0AU2vv3mVgIPKsNL87YJHEQfojXPlbaWX-HMTbLriyf6jUylACybVtM/s320/7668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473956396572559666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The young sheilah from Queensland has done it... <span style="font-weight: bold;">'You Little Beauty'</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jessica Watson</span></span> has become the youngest neville at 16 to sail around the world, non-stop and unassisted. So after crossing the finishing line in Sy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5EkA1ft6GrccyIr76u5mzvQqFDYPdVookLuDSnrzH_2a_PEA_X_N9zQ6EuPS3sBkOPKhr1xMe_U3XgUJ5-B2NQ9yFNon8JuYz0JRmPrTryv1E6MONheaSUcJRX3IdKFPvwbbz-ZcScPho/s1600/6a00d8341c630a53ef0120a5f237e8970b-320wi.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5EkA1ft6GrccyIr76u5mzvQqFDYPdVookLuDSnrzH_2a_PEA_X_N9zQ6EuPS3sBkOPKhr1xMe_U3XgUJ5-B2NQ9yFNon8JuYz0JRmPrTryv1E6MONheaSUcJRX3IdKFPvwbbz-ZcScPho/s320/6a00d8341c630a53ef0120a5f237e8970b-320wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473956296282000562" border="0" /></a>dney, she had passed 210 days in the ocean strewth and had covered a friggin' 23,000 nautical miles (or in aussie terms 38,000 kilometers mate!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />10m yacht 'Elle's Pink Lady'<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3DpMtqv563tvEMsh85Ih8RP24tCujCUqdFJy1mNSRt456UuGK5j76dKd18wL2pGWB0mDIVqaI64ajAcFuUDiKZqdA4D2InGMdnlvTecuWtxcqxiyibZQZi9Fk2eABTSw9zhjgwORI8x4/s1600/jess14-600x400.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3DpMtqv563tvEMsh85Ih8RP24tCujCUqdFJy1mNSRt456UuGK5j76dKd18wL2pGWB0mDIVqaI64ajAcFuUDiKZqdA4D2InGMdnlvTecuWtxcqxiyibZQZi9Fk2eABTSw9zhjgwORI8x4/s320/jess14-600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473970876708409346" border="0" /></a><br />At her welcome home Party she told the world,<span style="font-style: italic;"> 'I don't consider myself a hero, I'm just an ordinary girl who believed in a dream'</span>. She said that to the mob of thousands who 'chucked a sickie', and turned up at the Sydney Opera House to watch her end her epic journey. Talking about dreams I'm an ordinary bloke and I believe in a dream, so all I have to do now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinyctyYuaF4XsKviQuxpy6QvyuXWA82xQQI_TD3LTJL955F9LDaiwWYjNIw94s6aIibHAd8FvfjLxnthd_EixQbWXNOmL2p3gcXkFrRD-U1NY15qqR6jT7kZsBl6YcNsSJWTvm4PAiwqvE/s1600/sail7-600x400.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinyctyYuaF4XsKviQuxpy6QvyuXWA82xQQI_TD3LTJL955F9LDaiwWYjNIw94s6aIibHAd8FvfjLxnthd_EixQbWXNOmL2p3gcXkFrRD-U1NY15qqR6jT7kZsBl6YcNsSJWTvm4PAiwqvE/s320/sail7-600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473955667574009378" border="0" /></a> is win lotto!<br /><br /><br />Crikey<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGL_GNLOJRbQd8D_HFdnlTrKwyPwqBQAB41uKLX7lKHVOMGKkxC6dkT9WKHfzlJrBNsRhyphenhyphenlTT1MTSEBT-ZAf0pAOoKL-jBbMwR5g0Hkv9tSRMtpn_AOesjcAXFk8-Uyz2kVIIfigcBee0Z/s1600/6a00d8341c630a53ef01347fd4eca7970c-600wi.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGL_GNLOJRbQd8D_HFdnlTrKwyPwqBQAB41uKLX7lKHVOMGKkxC6dkT9WKHfzlJrBNsRhyphenhyphenlTT1MTSEBT-ZAf0pAOoKL-jBbMwR5g0Hkv9tSRMtpn_AOesjcAXFk8-Uyz2kVIIfigcBee0Z/s320/6a00d8341c630a53ef01347fd4eca7970c-600wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473955475072163250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jessica doing some fishing during her sail around the world, but fairdinkum it's only really a friggin' fishfinger!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="285" width="410"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8H53y5qU6DQ&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8H53y5qU6DQ&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="410"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl793E_zcnY1QIW2qUR8QzWbFwoQYv0FpRdDaqKvoh2z1LTO29dWEOFjlvnGyeoNDeSqjlxHn9HJimUvb93gSgSsoLpDntsuWvYh6I0Y2uF8dMyLKlCyH_4IRDbbrE-u5ddcanRHKCGdoj/s1600/watson-420x0.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl793E_zcnY1QIW2qUR8QzWbFwoQYv0FpRdDaqKvoh2z1LTO29dWEOFjlvnGyeoNDeSqjlxHn9HJimUvb93gSgSsoLpDntsuWvYh6I0Y2uF8dMyLKlCyH_4IRDbbrE-u5ddcanRHKCGdoj/s320/watson-420x0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473955225910376642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Watson's journey will not be registered as a record because — in a bid to discourage some ambitious parents pushing their four-year-old off from a wharf with a "good luck" and a prayer — they no longer list world records for people under 18.... bugger but they still have a beaut point hay.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIep8AL6oRihYjs2Gwf5iduEr7w22v27QLv_PsjXcR_6ubPoJDEXuMFORgVcDtIoo9NaKPlZ4xAHeTnyOD5cQYdyfjlCe7ueawSzi1wbky28moqG-UYPVnC0DpPnzUF-C07oF89Z1Qgt6/s1600/SCN_18-12-2009_EGN_05_18d5b.IMG_t325.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIep8AL6oRihYjs2Gwf5iduEr7w22v27QLv_PsjXcR_6ubPoJDEXuMFORgVcDtIoo9NaKPlZ4xAHeTnyOD5cQYdyfjlCe7ueawSzi1wbky28moqG-UYPVnC0DpPnzUF-C07oF89Z1Qgt6/s320/SCN_18-12-2009_EGN_05_18d5b.IMG_t325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473955040466033730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A photo Jessica took while she was up the mast doing some work, now that looks like fun hay.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPUqSHxQXvReRZcHM2md5IzQijIQsOkuEYvuUn_VGb1iu4VJu6Vs2rm0GWh3AHWd0JJuzt67NSKocTPpzbXj3E2LH5ioGvAX939j9ftUXeEK_jvZ7X6wQ0e8DzIwY0UZDT4uyAOOihTdt/s1600/803340-jessica-watson.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPUqSHxQXvReRZcHM2md5IzQijIQsOkuEYvuUn_VGb1iu4VJu6Vs2rm0GWh3AHWd0JJuzt67NSKocTPpzbXj3E2LH5ioGvAX939j9ftUXeEK_jvZ7X6wQ0e8DzIwY0UZDT4uyAOOihTdt/s320/803340-jessica-watson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473954755800851858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So after months (well almost a year) of me and the kiddies following her blog, and keeping a track of her trip we have come to an end. It's a pity that it's all over, but at least she didn't end up as a shark biscuit! Now were keeping and eye on that American sheilah Abby Sutherland, who's doing the same thing but it's not a <span style="font-weight: bold;">non-stop</span> run. So if you keep an eye on our little map, you'll see her trip on the aussie yacht <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wild eyes</span>.... you go girl.<br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-9345705876050777192010-05-15T16:58:00.001-07:002010-05-15T18:14:44.242-07:00Swan Districts matchday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTylMuVNmWdtTflnbac-9go8SH7nFnqIR0h4e5YlJyeQ3BhpyIE_Lxlzd8NxhU02uUawGTAOSc7e3WNJQ7A-ktttYk1JtsTUY0OlwBvWzlrfn08SZVHzIm9E9w6YpEuvCg3_l_4Bt1Qz4/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTylMuVNmWdtTflnbac-9go8SH7nFnqIR0h4e5YlJyeQ3BhpyIE_Lxlzd8NxhU02uUawGTAOSc7e3WNJQ7A-ktttYk1JtsTUY0OlwBvWzlrfn08SZVHzIm9E9w6YpEuvCg3_l_4Bt1Qz4/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471655874822438882" border="0" /></a><br />On a barmy saturday arvo I poped four of the nevilles into the commodore, and it was time to hit our second Swan Districts match this year. For anyone who doesn't know Swan Districts is our local Aussie Rules footy side, and we try to get to as many matches that we can. See when you get a average crowd of two and a half thousand swanies supporters to each match, then y<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnDHFWOKxvAbkDSvZFwAQdrh28pcmliuPj6Q6TtKTBhGH0fdGX5O-y4U9syf-14ShBWRXv5fyp8FTq_XJKUETAHvlvXBBwYAckDlmwHleD2azmtq6oBqSmg3YmD8POU90EVhZfT6urkjo/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnDHFWOKxvAbkDSvZFwAQdrh28pcmliuPj6Q6TtKTBhGH0fdGX5O-y4U9syf-14ShBWRXv5fyp8FTq_XJKUETAHvlvXBBwYAckDlmwHleD2azmtq6oBqSmg3YmD8POU90EVhZfT6urkjo/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471653729677278290" border="0" /></a>ou can see that all the moolah the club can get will come in handy. Now they mightn't get much money off me at the gate, as it only costs me $10 to get in (as nevilles under 16 get in free..... you little beauty). But when you add up a few hotdogs, some hot chips and an ice-cream each then STREWTH! But it all goes to the club so you don't mind supporting your local mob hay, and our local mob are called THE SWANIES and two weekends back they played last years minor premiers SUBIACO LIONS.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh84zr-65KlQu8n7Ct1mD93pvA0iFQrrIqYgj7Kg9A2L1dYlod-soARZKL6gBxsaldqQXlJUbXvjK0SNrKPQMkl_S7qf420ZaQUxrBQ_LvVBbYZhn2zipbKw1G9mpICQ9ZJ_M44DTWMz4c/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh84zr-65KlQu8n7Ct1mD93pvA0iFQrrIqYgj7Kg9A2L1dYlod-soARZKL6gBxsaldqQXlJUbXvjK0SNrKPQMkl_S7qf420ZaQUxrBQ_LvVBbYZhn2zipbKw1G9mpICQ9ZJ_M44DTWMz4c/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471653514734617490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When it comes to the end of a Quarter you and the kiddies can come onto the field, and muck around kicking and passing about. Here is Sarah about to give the burley a boot!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFyGrZG96klZ_AD9rq9Qk9BozVgU34bOKSn_YhywG3InatNFHXb9uYhpDBvoUA2XOCSfoMqCyr29ujK9yMcXh2QTVmo185Suhq4cL8asljkIxhy8mm7VgDNo6oMNKmCazYjyzzpehva56/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFyGrZG96klZ_AD9rq9Qk9BozVgU34bOKSn_YhywG3InatNFHXb9uYhpDBvoUA2XOCSfoMqCyr29ujK9yMcXh2QTVmo185Suhq4cL8asljkIxhy8mm7VgDNo6oMNKmCazYjyzzpehva56/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471653204293257666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What ya reckon a future Swanie in the making, well he does have the head of a footballer!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZM46GZg5rtk5ocWRsXMH9cAhHUkBiisWxd0gFpBAZEXTKyk9R6auM93D5I5PskydLjc6ndgcDOQbWzlYcPcFsOaghLQ3jEaKGglRYzm-6t_4Wk-lnzrTJDuTQr65oZV2K7-CxTCMD7kM/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZM46GZg5rtk5ocWRsXMH9cAhHUkBiisWxd0gFpBAZEXTKyk9R6auM93D5I5PskydLjc6ndgcDOQbWzlYcPcFsOaghLQ3jEaKGglRYzm-6t_4Wk-lnzrTJDuTQr65oZV2K7-CxTCMD7kM/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471651753549255730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />During the second Quarter we were winning but just by a kick (six points), and not looking to flash with a few players looking worse for wear. The kiddies got out on the field and mucked around, heres Harrison going down in a beaut textbook tackle by the notsolittle <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEve8Wwm4oP5fTic1FbTjGoR_4fgABYW8ekszNcYLUQrkrFg4kBlJai1kQbvkmMP8HT2q7gQttzzB5SHVY_RLpNDzdO7L1Jet415Cz82MkDMQfTMqENBhvczA1LT87gDgHsdDzd8aIlwj/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEve8Wwm4oP5fTic1FbTjGoR_4fgABYW8ekszNcYLUQrkrFg4kBlJai1kQbvkmMP8HT2q7gQttzzB5SHVY_RLpNDzdO7L1Jet415Cz82MkDMQfTMqENBhvczA1LT87gDgHsdDzd8aIlwj/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471652071648673186" border="0" /></a>Oscar. Then it was back off the field for the third Quarter, heres Oscar watching from behind the old picket fence that surrounds the ground.The Swanies had a 'Barry Crocker' and fell behind by six straight goals, and it didn't get any better then that.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFGCTHDfRCkgh7XuAzmYHwNm3zAH3oepzJtbjcl3lE3WlDdKONUOXaWvMHBlefsYIxFEZeM7WqhEDXIQd7fkeAoDI7kl6r_q0yR3pZ3LjgIQk46EMtUkUmm5OpaUvReg5R6IxnP4XW85u/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFGCTHDfRCkgh7XuAzmYHwNm3zAH3oepzJtbjcl3lE3WlDdKONUOXaWvMHBlefsYIxFEZeM7WqhEDXIQd7fkeAoDI7kl6r_q0yR3pZ3LjgIQk46EMtUkUmm5OpaUvReg5R6IxnP4XW85u/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471652928777424034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have a little deal with the kiddies that if there not mucking about to much during the gam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvNk8GDFdKlsYEIGZW8w3zbBCVE-mcamPfN3dLkzgFfAIbM0fahnd2gzbQ3-1Ewv4tVCKSptiak1lxR8B3Ku94b9tIhmBpjCpTVvfgWouHzuyWFp47aLje8ND6QEj-cuG7hG89mUL6nS6/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvNk8GDFdKlsYEIGZW8w3zbBCVE-mcamPfN3dLkzgFfAIbM0fahnd2gzbQ3-1Ewv4tVCKSptiak1lxR8B3Ku94b9tIhmBpjCpTVvfgWouHzuyWFp47aLje8ND6QEj-cuG7hG89mUL6nS6/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471652680431461698" border="0" /></a>e, then they can have an ice-cream in the fourth Quarter. And as you can see they must of been okay as they got one, you'd think between a few snacks (sneaked in) and a hotdog, chips and a few drinks that they couldn't fit another thing in hay..... wrong!<br /><br /><br /><object height="285" width="380"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpIdB8aWIlE&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpIdB8aWIlE&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="380"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdxU_2EPo0HSmlsgfLOcpP37IDXiI4eZe4ci2CRyUAphwBC8BNet0NH8jS8IoKwyk00kIE6p5h_XZRF9-KcCjSdk86sUmaQqR_eZqMU4faw2Yp-3hfPelWfjJmTahD0XG6kqsjIPPVd3Bq/s1600/SDC13444.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdxU_2EPo0HSmlsgfLOcpP37IDXiI4eZe4ci2CRyUAphwBC8BNet0NH8jS8IoKwyk00kIE6p5h_XZRF9-KcCjSdk86sUmaQqR_eZqMU4faw2Yp-3hfPelWfjJmTahD0XG6kqsjIPPVd3Bq/s320/SDC13444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471652411316907602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As for the match the Swans went down quicker then a pie at a butchers picnic, the Lions went on to win by four goals with a score of<br />Subiaco Lions 18 10 (110)<br />Swan Disticts 13 18 (96)<br />If only the swans could of kicked a bit more straight, but theres always another match coming up hay.<br /><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGWzK_R8K95Gqa4bm3uxKRYG3m8Vq3HClTsNxutcm2CkN7XAyJFUVYWrEVarsUtgNZjLeBeXblDird6VoH3EqS_chu7i89WH9chnCzxoApGqgn_bjk2yYUBLLlfaUZTAXcEh7gH0M5Cf3/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGWzK_R8K95Gqa4bm3uxKRYG3m8Vq3HClTsNxutcm2CkN7XAyJFUVYWrEVarsUtgNZjLeBeXblDird6VoH3EqS_chu7i89WH9chnCzxoApGqgn_bjk2yYUBLLlfaUZTAXcEh7gH0M5Cf3/s400/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471651442889147138" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh well theres always next week hay.<br />By the way since then the Swanies have lifted themselves up the ladder. And now are coming second with six wins and two loses, with a ripper win last weekend beating Peel Thunder by 106 points... crikey!<br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-71855965912988263632010-05-03T00:35:00.001-07:002010-05-03T05:26:40.630-07:00Anzac Day (Part2)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6LTIAK0C6paaRxK642NNPlt2Xc3hmbb3Pxde83JVjexQO1IkBiqkA3gGqnw4ZVWljyy96HHa6dbTzRmLdZl6e5KiMXQkn7WGsUBOtCCVuslNSlfIXY5N3ehqbdz1h_6-GpasocgETZol/s1600/SDC13524.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6LTIAK0C6paaRxK642NNPlt2Xc3hmbb3Pxde83JVjexQO1IkBiqkA3gGqnw4ZVWljyy96HHa6dbTzRmLdZl6e5KiMXQkn7WGsUBOtCCVuslNSlfIXY5N3ehqbdz1h_6-GpasocgETZol/s320/SDC13524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466948517120415522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After <span style="font-weight: bold;">Anzac Day Dawn service</span> as you know we went into Kings Park for a picnic, at a place called <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">'Synergy Parkland' </span></span>which is an outdoor recreation area, and a great space for children to explore, learn, and play. It has a two-tiered island fort some large-scaled replicas of local dinosaurs, and a timber boardwalk for the kiddies to run wild across.<br /><br /><br /><br />As I said there are some local <span style="font-weight: bold;">Aussie Dinosaurs</span> that the kiddies get to play on, and also learn about at the same time. Like this little aussie fella called <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Muttaburrasaur</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf599rb8mshaP1sWgMYTuIr_Mjv6jDNWP732I5uBA6E-9Ab9YKZ6G71wrN05VvLqu1C3-wlMocyzVK-JDOCoU9RuEzFKwYBeHymzvqngQ__bpRQtwf2Uya3qRYhkPN224XwVVvt_RTG_g4/s1600/SDC13530.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf599rb8mshaP1sWgMYTuIr_Mjv6jDNWP732I5uBA6E-9Ab9YKZ6G71wrN05VvLqu1C3-wlMocyzVK-JDOCoU9RuEzFKwYBeHymzvqngQ__bpRQtwf2Uya3qRYhkPN224XwVVvt_RTG_g4/s320/SDC13530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466948220137645714" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">us</span></span>, which was about 7 to 9 meters long and its mass was 4 tons. It had very powerful jaws equipped with shearing teeth, these were probably an adaptation for eating tough vegetation such as cycads. Here are the little nevilles with mums eggs, and if<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHJVXzBdeJd4aDJ1ERWseIS8IGkGU-KmnUi6HnIwJnjWyQwxYAuVbhvHKltwsOnqowuhm1JkEsSQN8oZVg_VoqZplZ0D8uGVtnXcEdg7MjaDy9qXCeSHVH3xaXWJJuqISQVfc2OD8MMFk/s1600/SDC13532.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHJVXzBdeJd4aDJ1ERWseIS8IGkGU-KmnUi6HnIwJnjWyQwxYAuVbhvHKltwsOnqowuhm1JkEsSQN8oZVg_VoqZplZ0D8uGVtnXcEdg7MjaDy9qXCeSHVH3xaXWJJuqISQVfc2OD8MMFk/s320/SDC13532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466947981597449186" border="0" /></a> you look closer theres a little Muttaburrasaurusneville!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguT7SW4yPxcihLFWwEF2yb0A4sw2wy-OGJmSldnI6e2vIXnefJ98HE_eOvxIzsFBlYdrEKBV7-qtCaqNRTxUfwDFka79jbalg2t-pOkUXvRt0a-JJ8omoDpSaeENQ5L0zdbm1fPFaoOnv5/s1600/P4250109.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguT7SW4yPxcihLFWwEF2yb0A4sw2wy-OGJmSldnI6e2vIXnefJ98HE_eOvxIzsFBlYdrEKBV7-qtCaqNRTxUfwDFka79jbalg2t-pOkUXvRt0a-JJ8omoDpSaeENQ5L0zdbm1fPFaoOnv5/s320/P4250109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466947542543418722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is Lycopod Island it’s surrounded by a ring of ancient lycopods, replicas of the world's first trees that existed awhile back.... about 1,200 million years ago. Strewth!<br /><br /><br />Then we come to this little fella a <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Phyt</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">o</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">saur</span></span>, the name 'Phytosaur' (plant reptile) is very misleading, and their friggin' snapping jaws clearly show that phytosaurs were predators. Although Phytosaurs were not true croc<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDA5x5xVA3OU_lkIhRDM1qP8GCcCyoivgJWz9auWHzBUtM0wDSjEh5Jm5CYZfN-HXsAT7pUALdCDrRBia_okLjN1GJLuShx0nqK5pIdp_McfLAQFatNE8fORIBEPbJQMXoARL9E0XJTXKm/s1600/SDC13546.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDA5x5xVA3OU_lkIhRDM1qP8GCcCyoivgJWz9auWHzBUtM0wDSjEh5Jm5CYZfN-HXsAT7pUALdCDrRBia_okLjN1GJLuShx0nqK5pIdp_McfLAQFatNE8fORIBEPbJQMXoARL9E0XJTXKm/s320/SDC13546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466978584749793570" border="0" /></a>s themselves, they were related to the crocodilians, as both phytosaurs and proto-crocodiles share a common ancestor amo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hz9hvdpCtsfd-CLV0Zt03qpXw-AdJJn3bHgzLE7IuPCGgGP7EOqXrJyZx7fSeKh9K9Vsh4dgaZ8B-Tt9mp9OynjvXBTSt7-4xMfQUF0Zc-PuPLtmAPkVAJUQpiqdTnwuNymeJTr6jCCl/s1600/SDC13542.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hz9hvdpCtsfd-CLV0Zt03qpXw-AdJJn3bHgzLE7IuPCGgGP7EOqXrJyZx7fSeKh9K9Vsh4dgaZ8B-Tt9mp9OynjvXBTSt7-4xMfQUF0Zc-PuPLtmAPkVAJUQpiqdTnwuNymeJTr6jCCl/s320/SDC13542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466946432560446882" border="0" /></a>ng the early Crurotarsi. Crocodiles did not become 'Phytosaur'- like until the Early Jurassic... clear as mud! But even if it's not really a croc, I wouldn't like to bump into it down a dark ally. Fairdinkum I reckon it wouldn't take much to eat these little kiddiebites!<br /><br /><br /><br />Next we bump into a family of <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bullockornis</span></span>, they are an extinct flightless bird that appeared to have lived approximately 15 million years ago, in what is now Australia.<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>This birdie stood approximately 2.5 metres (8 ft 2 in) tall, and it may have weighed up to 250 kg (550 lb) now that is one fat bird. Many believe that these big<br /><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJzxqFA12UCTrZxSIN9bQ32XLUrwMzp_p3m8EJTgt0k5lEYhHns6ZCZ2d1i1CCGCgjpCTmCI0rz5qRV1wkjJVh7Aa5vtK1nZpniG9QrkyVVZ1lmKId8S5SdJoTtukbEtjUkZcpLxaRHlB/s1600/SDC13556.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJzxqFA12UCTrZxSIN9bQ32XLUrwMzp_p3m8EJTgt0k5lEYhHns6ZCZ2d1i1CCGCgjpCTmCI0rz5qRV1wkjJVh7Aa5vtK1nZpniG9QrkyVVZ1lmKId8S5SdJoTtukbEtjUkZcpLxaRHlB/s320/SDC13556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466945605662860610" border="0" /></a></p>birds were related to Geese and Ducks, and with three veggies on the side of a plate I reckon they would be a beaut feed. But with it's tremendous size and carnivorous habits, theres always the possibility that you might end up as the main meal at dinner time!<br /><br /><p class="dropcontent">Then we come to our last Dinosaur in the Park, which was called a <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Diprotodon</span></span> also known as the</p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyiAysQcehgsc49q_4OoDO8j_5QDHgsvIG344T6VGJkjmuXwm1e-JfBfN5uUUeR7Uv1v13rTUFl8-j73t16y3DH0VMOoxNIeAenNjauzjbMOTozK1qAsI5a8egNAeTAL8NDY6h2vegFZSo/s1600/SDC13558.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyiAysQcehgsc49q_4OoDO8j_5QDHgsvIG344T6VGJkjmuXwm1e-JfBfN5uUUeR7Uv1v13rTUFl8-j73t16y3DH0VMOoxNIeAenNjauzjbMOTozK1qAsI5a8egNAeTAL8NDY6h2vegFZSo/s320/SDC13558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466945319322713266" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="dropcontent">Rhinoceros Wombat was the largest known marsupial that ever lived. They existed from 1.6 million years ago until about 40,000 years ago,They inhabited open forest and grasslands, they loved eating leaves, shrubs, and some grasses. They were about three meters(10 feet long) from nose to tail, standing two meters tall at the shoulder and weighing up to 2,786 kg....strewth thats one friggin big wombat mate.<br /></p> <p class="dropcontent"><br /></p> <p class="dropcontent">And thats about it for the Park so on the way back to the commodore, we stopped to pay respect to the diggers as it was Anzac Day. This memorial is dedicated to the fallen soldiers from <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqhfbThidVLuNeKRaUilQ7G_bFHdR5XYRSqRynFct02qGRXVXr80LR2NZww9kD4vcFS_MgaYVdJzCCAAZtYdCf3BqbX2zv_H5FsAkSDZ6y83v95G1nvxrKzcOkBUfuwJAs2qODuluC9Nqa/s1600/SDC13551.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqhfbThidVLuNeKRaUilQ7G_bFHdR5XYRSqRynFct02qGRXVXr80LR2NZww9kD4vcFS_MgaYVdJzCCAAZtYdCf3BqbX2zv_H5FsAkSDZ6y83v95G1nvxrKzcOkBUfuwJAs2qODuluC9Nqa/s320/SDC13551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466945039744975314" border="0" /></a>the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vietnam War</span>, and that was our Anzac weekend Picnic.<br /></p> <div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-68456115122061898752010-04-25T02:17:00.000-07:002010-04-26T00:23:39.581-07:00Anzac Day 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3eYfGDY_tyIj_r-528zZHUrm3i2abtW_I5b0twE_rCIb6JanzY6Cc3RAxEg-FomF5LTP-xFTg4r612D3UCE9tgz-icPpdMPHTf_vJhg4flQKGlxnD_SwpfiF1rz6dWdjyc5JEQP7HiGk/s1600/anzac_badge.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3eYfGDY_tyIj_r-528zZHUrm3i2abtW_I5b0twE_rCIb6JanzY6Cc3RAxEg-FomF5LTP-xFTg4r612D3UCE9tgz-icPpdMPHTf_vJhg4flQKGlxnD_SwpfiF1rz6dWdjyc5JEQP7HiGk/s320/anzac_badge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464306647861195458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Before the sun rose on our Anzac Day out, I woke up five sleepie little kiddies at 4 in the morning. It was nice to wake them up instead of the other way around, which over the past nine years has happen a fair few times. Today was going to be a special A<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9O9wKvICKv9S1Il1PXlY52Q4klpZsWV4iymv4jRt7rhsiCkpA_dgy1W3QX7BjsuD6JwHTdXCOVanJQCRh64RkTmP6TGqVpOdOcvXw9NLsoFAXka8marW9EJcJv5-O-CFmSaYYdzJEl3xK/s1600/anzacday1916.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9O9wKvICKv9S1Il1PXlY52Q4klpZsWV4iymv4jRt7rhsiCkpA_dgy1W3QX7BjsuD6JwHTdXCOVanJQCRh64RkTmP6TGqVpOdOcvXw9NLsoFAXka8marW9EJcJv5-O-CFmSaYYdzJEl3xK/s320/anzacday1916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464300786767150082" border="0" /></a>nzac day as this was going to be not only Oscar's very first Dawn service, but also we had Chase to have his very first one also.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SvcHOz2eVtxbClKUduIetVTd8Es_CMzODlhf4WebMPirf2Z75spSsX4P9tzD95yuCmMCvMZUoR4wCZHxh7E_lTqK7-DGhP1JmUEcJIxUaALWKleMJbjoF1OefsdcG8J5N_rHqLkP78Eu/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SvcHOz2eVtxbClKUduIetVTd8Es_CMzODlhf4WebMPirf2Z75spSsX4P9tzD95yuCmMCvMZUoR4wCZHxh7E_lTqK7-DGhP1JmUEcJIxUaALWKleMJbjoF1OefsdcG8J5N_rHqLkP78Eu/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464308155225577426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The whole mob at Anzac Day 2010.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFf3CkncWPaBmoS6EOdVn6btD6a4d6yaRFu25WW9S91-8m1Tw_V8-gFWaQOuJyNOTirYz3G8CySG5iI4UWeRyK-QlDSRoia8FRE3bRRi6EUL_csj3vEhtRz6HB7wgKCv54Dv8-su0ceac/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFf3CkncWPaBmoS6EOdVn6btD6a4d6yaRFu25WW9S91-8m1Tw_V8-gFWaQOuJyNOTirYz3G8CySG5iI4UWeRyK-QlDSRoia8FRE3bRRi6EUL_csj3vEhtRz6HB7wgKCv54Dv8-su0ceac/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294828749312466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Chase at not only his very first Anzac Day but also his first Dawn service, he's probably thinking 'What happen to my warm bed dad'.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIdZx7DyfVj14WZyEK65JW8pRx8brzGy3k6QYsqNr4-Ap288rrDPx5yeQWQojU9mTyc0FgfBMeU2CUPJar7dFD7lFEuK7eUIuhyphenhyphenwo8E5_pJbyr3DErWtDFvT9jXdO2ecsLjfGnocHARNi/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIdZx7DyfVj14WZyEK65JW8pRx8brzGy3k6QYsqNr4-Ap288rrDPx5yeQWQojU9mTyc0FgfBMeU2CUPJar7dFD7lFEuK7eUIuhyphenhyphenwo8E5_pJbyr3DErWtDFvT9jXdO2ecsLjfGnocHARNi/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294644714229714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And while were talking about little ratbags here's the other little one having his first Dawn service, yes it's Oscar under the kiddie blanket trying to keep warm.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ahzFi8-Afr-w7OffFIVR15Y_14sIBMe_qeGBAgu4oHt4xE76XZn53E_yd4iBV1doT6jCFHrN1HH9vsytkc7_09XaiT7zlPLOrc2kLQJvULbOjVZkO6P3mMrPtSus9XurZzl15LR8LB2y/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ahzFi8-Afr-w7OffFIVR15Y_14sIBMe_qeGBAgu4oHt4xE76XZn53E_yd4iBV1doT6jCFHrN1HH9vsytkc7_09XaiT7zlPLOrc2kLQJvULbOjVZkO6P3mMrPtSus9XurZzl15LR8LB2y/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294414195724802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />'THE SANDGROPERS'<br /><br /><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVf-_aQb5of8U1Az2ApKlNq8Ca1DKB7zCvTYv6yNvleZLis0pC1PSpnoDlLmGbApQ5Y0pT8WLZLPzsMXZ64aA5V0353vajhJyHFq1MvPImsekRgusHbLGlLLIiLbzInq6qKR-GhwHhjXsy/s1600/anzac.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVf-_aQb5of8U1Az2ApKlNq8Ca1DKB7zCvTYv6yNvleZLis0pC1PSpnoDlLmGbApQ5Y0pT8WLZLPzsMXZ64aA5V0353vajhJyHFq1MvPImsekRgusHbLGlLLIiLbzInq6qKR-GhwHhjXsy/s320/anzac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464301195477752514" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitorp8ZsQc9cVRwLx_5r83vwHwNAunbZ5C_OPYafUAwdCasaTtDydq2pv6hOr4nAMCd3KZoh-i1vVOPAFs4d1G08ST4baN6397aZazTANxreMaMLk3OVCUQZLKhLTijo_0ebLGqdp1z4oR/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitorp8ZsQc9cVRwLx_5r83vwHwNAunbZ5C_OPYafUAwdCasaTtDydq2pv6hOr4nAMCd3KZoh-i1vVOPAFs4d1G08ST4baN6397aZazTANxreMaMLk3OVCUQZLKhLTijo_0ebLGqdp1z4oR/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294180418074642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now that the sun's up it's all smiles ready for a day at Kings Park, he might look all cute n' innocent but under that beanie lyes a 100% ratbag!!!<p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOrmxqQL1ricdwEnz2YUO5TyJzViKd45BOn_xyFnVn_DAfNdonk3z9txI2mPGDGeLuDyVcNPyp4tOQFRWD7qGiouSbFM_vtm1mIWEM4bE3yJ7ZoMThpitBOS_y513roFPZOQ_QfpMXG2F/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOrmxqQL1ricdwEnz2YUO5TyJzViKd45BOn_xyFnVn_DAfNdonk3z9txI2mPGDGeLuDyVcNPyp4tOQFRWD7qGiouSbFM_vtm1mIWEM4bE3yJ7ZoMThpitBOS_y513roFPZOQ_QfpMXG2F/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464293942672632962" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="dropcontent">Talking about Ratbags... here is Sarah at her forth Dawn service, she's about the only sheilah I know who can smile at ten to six in the morning!<br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRDmxikuyLnQ18NnXOHWThCwRNqVuQ3aS1obEX-eOrKWNnzwDFbnoYH15JRw3gqfvQLejksDiKQqL2O6_PUKCk_9-laRpqdQ035SMmBlPvStVk_TTaw7od9WgLDOUFKtavGUmBONvcsV8/s1600/SDC13500.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRDmxikuyLnQ18NnXOHWThCwRNqVuQ3aS1obEX-eOrKWNnzwDFbnoYH15JRw3gqfvQLejksDiKQqL2O6_PUKCk_9-laRpqdQ035SMmBlPvStVk_TTaw7od9WgLDOUFKtavGUmBONvcsV8/s320/SDC13500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464293691287744802" border="0" /></a></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent">And here's yours truly with me little fella Chase, Jacko is become a little ripper with the camera hay.</p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXg4a4lG8YFukMc7qiy8U8TvsWv37lUQgGdR1K8PHKVBfWMoEPWewUMY2wZ1LQy0v-q-8Zu2SBYHQkuDBaIszqiqxxAO2ZI4F_jWlEgsd9E-UmNwdosR3b88T37962OGZFu9Ta1qYf5iS/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXg4a4lG8YFukMc7qiy8U8TvsWv37lUQgGdR1K8PHKVBfWMoEPWewUMY2wZ1LQy0v-q-8Zu2SBYHQkuDBaIszqiqxxAO2ZI4F_jWlEgsd9E-UmNwdosR3b88T37962OGZFu9Ta1qYf5iS/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464293105176452386" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><br /></p> <p class="dropcontent">So after the sun has risen and Dawn service is over for another year, what's left to do in Kings Park.... well picnic time ofcause so we drove down to Kings Park's Synergy Parkland</p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-eDs7m5fyrluy5I0JJyYHCxhmI3wC-b_bpXxchKGC4DG86TyNijRJdSuxmCMIrikZJYROqJcbXnhv2PeYp0ZtrqM2ncbeRN8n1dwlUKYMsc15l_IwTpC4oxPRV4N2Pdec0Qgq6UDOV8b6/s1600/SDC13524.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-eDs7m5fyrluy5I0JJyYHCxhmI3wC-b_bpXxchKGC4DG86TyNijRJdSuxmCMIrikZJYROqJcbXnhv2PeYp0ZtrqM2ncbeRN8n1dwlUKYMsc15l_IwTpC4oxPRV4N2Pdec0Qgq6UDOV8b6/s320/SDC13524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464338982507569618" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="dropcontent"> which is a ripper play area for the kiddies.<br /></p> <p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><p class="dropcontent">If you have ever driven through Kings Park you would know that the street is tree lin</p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Z9BfpWfkUoloZsHeOyEYF_zs-nN9mIfGEYFSIdZM8YABH03nHbJY-uCgGdkrT13to70ooe85-bIhsAdAW7j9PSUah5ev5Jbgu6rhj7RYO3Gj428fXqAJCFnoQnOm7OsWlYmFcyygk-E7/s1600/10.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Z9BfpWfkUoloZsHeOyEYF_zs-nN9mIfGEYFSIdZM8YABH03nHbJY-uCgGdkrT13to70ooe85-bIhsAdAW7j9PSUah5ev5Jbgu6rhj7RYO3Gj428fXqAJCFnoQnOm7OsWlYmFcyygk-E7/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464317471356860354" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="dropcontent">ed with individual plaques dedicated to Australian service men and women who died in WW1 and WW2. Last year we started a tradition of picking one soldier each Anzac Day and finding out a little about him, this year we picked a soldier by the name of Albert J Woolcock. Who fought and died in the First World War, the poor bugger found himself fighting in the bloodiest battlefield in history... The Western Front FRANCE. He was born in Ballarat (Vic) and moved to Boulder Kalgoorlie to live, he joined the 2nd Tunnel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpfJNZCNXHVm0bHcHwAmx_cWWeZqQZ-jXnIjlRTn2piMlshae9yCJSPc2P6KdubLelEhz49zL0vH8mJhwXUcoHjW240jHsQQnASPcMAp4LjSOOly_WrB97t34JweOhHDcuyikszgHGGdS/s1600/image012.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpfJNZCNXHVm0bHcHwAmx_cWWeZqQZ-jXnIjlRTn2piMlshae9yCJSPc2P6KdubLelEhz49zL0vH8mJhwXUcoHjW240jHsQQnASPcMAp4LjSOOly_WrB97t34JweOhHDcuyikszgHGGdS/s320/image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464305335909084738" border="0" /></a>ling Company so we think he might of been into the mining game in Kalgoorlie before signing up. His Rank was SAPPER which during World War 1 a sapper was known as a miner, they were used to dig narrow tunnels from their trenches under 'No mans land' till they reached the German trenches. Of cause this was dangerous work attempting to out-manoeuvre and undermine each other, often lethal to our sappers inside their tunnels. If the Germans heard our sappers digging under their trenches, then they would leave and destroy the trench burying our soldiers underground. But if successful then they would </p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwGIjQCMOFKrn2a9rPE3QE1rJd01ToXH8UhayjtkPrO06H3izabFnO5R7mEpLn75uD_9PudHPLt74EHBf_QcEuhXiXcbSY1jMPooIzzH4Bb6Loj_sZrqvya8FLwS8D-cXVQjIrdPW0iQh/s1600/messines-mine-01.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwGIjQCMOFKrn2a9rPE3QE1rJd01ToXH8UhayjtkPrO06H3izabFnO5R7mEpLn75uD_9PudHPLt74EHBf_QcEuhXiXcbSY1jMPooIzzH4Bb6Loj_sZrqvya8FLwS8D-cXVQjIrdPW0iQh/s320/messines-mine-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464342938925360338" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="dropcontent">leave strong mines and retreat to ignite them, causing a tremendous explosion destroying and killing everything above them.Our soldier Mr Woolcock died at Rouen France on the 28th of March 1918 at the age of 45, while he was underground the enemy Gassed his trench tunnel. He died of his wounds and is buried in France, never to come home. I think it's very important that the kids listen to these story's, and understand what these great soldiers have given up for us.<br /></p><p class="dropcontent"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE_f2LSfs8W3orE4F5DxANA4jb5ZGvlbFUUW6GwAze50xGrBOHItWQJvv_YPhDDgruvFzDtftWzRBTsnoYwkO546qbJEdD1FcGiHB563gzVIF0ytZx8FWlON9Z7ff4CpJJR7rWvodb-4O/s1600/wwi15.gif"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE_f2LSfs8W3orE4F5DxANA4jb5ZGvlbFUUW6GwAze50xGrBOHItWQJvv_YPhDDgruvFzDtftWzRBTsnoYwkO546qbJEdD1FcGiHB563gzVIF0ytZx8FWlON9Z7ff4CpJJR7rWvodb-4O/s320/wwi15.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464306318945041234" border="0" /></a></p><br /> <p class="dropcontent"><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-276730459176637512010-04-12T05:00:00.001-07:002010-04-17T16:13:30.083-07:00Bike day in the hills<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOUz-ETEVcoVeIbR58FcucIvxMdqPMSQrvH_wCMP7FS0TpGBNKQZVb2vWXFN4pltn8gc9ZWAceiCWyRA1foi8idqntXBp9wTcVFFpcrcjskpacodkmLczdVvwPan8GpMS0m0boE3fYOkx/s1600/SDC13343.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOUz-ETEVcoVeIbR58FcucIvxMdqPMSQrvH_wCMP7FS0TpGBNKQZVb2vWXFN4pltn8gc9ZWAceiCWyRA1foi8idqntXBp9wTcVFFpcrcjskpacodkmLczdVvwPan8GpMS0m0boE3fYOkx/s320/SDC13343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459222008978158482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was a beaut barmy saturday morning when we threw the bikes into the boot, and set out for a days riding the BMX tracks up in the hills. Technically speaking Perth only really has <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYxs9zlRQnPTO8YdNWCmHU9DzPMOZQqGmRXHpAqTVKnOEFpivEvDWYSbEs1TgqZSCHAi7OgAQxq0nW62VV0JngQlk5atRE4FeH63tTwSXBZ2egUQ_WKJyvINuZuPfp7tf1hkkqHZVMawQ/s1600/SDC13362.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYxs9zlRQnPTO8YdNWCmHU9DzPMOZQqGmRXHpAqTVKnOEFpivEvDWYSbEs1TgqZSCHAi7OgAQxq0nW62VV0JngQlk5atRE4FeH63tTwSXBZ2egUQ_WKJyvINuZuPfp7tf1hkkqHZVMawQ/s320/SDC13362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459221765877181218" border="0" /></a>one hill, which is called the Darling range but we like to call it 'the hills'. So on the way we stopped for a short ride at the <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stratton</span></span> jumps, as you can see Harrison was having a ripper time. Then back into the commodore and off up the hill to a place called <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chidlow</span></span>, where as you can see Jacko lost the plot and went ass-over-tit.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMrKUhcKaIJAfFJffUxW0evkTQjJY1A65v1mfSum17PGXI7GClBBHNEqdT9hIbDCUmpE3xsS0j55DSN1pSd3XT7WkftpOx62UBsYWycwSJ8Vz3jHojhht2CHS-SxZ5N0BFelmqWyoXswG/s1600/SDC13357.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMrKUhcKaIJAfFJffUxW0evkTQjJY1A65v1mfSum17PGXI7GClBBHNEqdT9hIbDCUmpE3xsS0j55DSN1pSd3XT7WkftpOx62UBsYWycwSJ8Vz3jHojhht2CHS-SxZ5N0BFelmqWyoXswG/s320/SDC13357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459221472225809986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But he wasn't the only casualty for the day as one after the other little nevilles kissed the dirt, mainly the little fella Harrison who seems to spend more time face in the dirt then friggin' riding.<br /><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><br /><object height="305" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qETgKFA-EI8&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qETgKFA-EI8&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="305" width="400"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6B4Od_02FeHQlWh-8vtloePNnSi_1dAW_-ndg9W8VL5l8uXqP5Sax8iYnoQx2_6YRIaKFP2R28mshgLjrr7D_8rQjhnyMMW6T039m6Jh3XAqMS2PUtI002zpO8yx1zPHXBPTjPe-ZPwI_/s1600/SDC13355.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6B4Od_02FeHQlWh-8vtloePNnSi_1dAW_-ndg9W8VL5l8uXqP5Sax8iYnoQx2_6YRIaKFP2R28mshgLjrr7D_8rQjhnyMMW6T039m6Jh3XAqMS2PUtI002zpO8yx1zPHXBPTjPe-ZPwI_/s320/SDC13355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459221262868450690" border="0" /></a><br />Then again.... then again..... and again, poor little sod but the loves it so lets just hope he gets a bit better!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVz5ciyDMTydhQ08vldHuuyoHkcbjWG5Gmex7j4uCOW5Ag0cBKMHo6bldVOCIjLsqqjBKzV_B1dEcy_cUbbfMOVOj3vE3_jZhGVA23-Heqlm_bWTN7Od0SPMyR4UdWtf5BUTW3PT5N63C4/s1600/SDC13367.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVz5ciyDMTydhQ08vldHuuyoHkcbjWG5Gmex7j4uCOW5Ag0cBKMHo6bldVOCIjLsqqjBKzV_B1dEcy_cUbbfMOVOj3vE3_jZhGVA23-Heqlm_bWTN7Od0SPMyR4UdWtf5BUTW3PT5N63C4/s320/SDC13367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459220942889620258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then it was time for the little princess to become a 'accident statistic' as she came-a-gutser with a ripper crash, as she went over the hump she just come to a sudden stop! That's when we found out that the hump was washed out, but she didn't find out until she went over... ha,ha poor little sod. Okay during the video you might hear me laughing in the background, but fairdinkum I might of laughed but I laughed compassionately!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="305" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g9R5EpGxY-Y&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g9R5EpGxY-Y&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="305" width="400"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyx-OA3aDo2TZfnwfEKm9EdF1E0EMXZFoZsgrpa8-FoyvkmCyAwJLj86lNhOMVNUnBYaln6GgFCYWVapYw1W8QhEdP2xyFiIfpJeNyQT0Cv8KABW84BCN8VE4V6yeGk0PJygvN3JvfHLBB/s1600/SDC13381+%282%29.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyx-OA3aDo2TZfnwfEKm9EdF1E0EMXZFoZsgrpa8-FoyvkmCyAwJLj86lNhOMVNUnBYaln6GgFCYWVapYw1W8QhEdP2xyFiIfpJeNyQT0Cv8KABW84BCN8VE4V6yeGk0PJygvN3JvfHLBB/s320/SDC13381+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459220604103511138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And for the record after heaps of stacks and falls, the little fella finally got his first jump. As you can see his frount wheel is just of the dirt, so officially that is his very first jump.... okay it mightn't look that massive but to the little fella <span style="font-weight: bold;">HIS A LEGEND!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="305" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6do9BDR6z7E&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6do9BDR6z7E&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="305" width="400"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYXHaj5jhWOip-fvFy-L_EqLbFK4T7oX5CaTxWslT-1yzojk4LPJUnTsShmLT4GPgvLuSR1dhf8bVPIve895ESoswocBuc0-udjZv8IqhiYlmA7DVveyQLl2UNUqFox8WPY6f47d3Y5yf/s1600/SDC13380.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYXHaj5jhWOip-fvFy-L_EqLbFK4T7oX5CaTxWslT-1yzojk4LPJUnTsShmLT4GPgvLuSR1dhf8bVPIve895ESoswocBuc0-udjZv8IqhiYlmA7DVveyQLl2UNUqFox8WPY6f47d3Y5yf/s320/SDC13380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459220434798534962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we drove into the bush a bit further and came to a little town called <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wooroloo</span></span>, and fairdinkum it had the best BMX track that I have ever seen. Funny because the town it self only has about twenty houses, but the best track that we have found so far in Perth. Jacko had a ripper time giving it his all in the jumps, as the other little nevilles just poped about the place. But that was it for the day as the sun started to set, but it was a beaut time and i'm sure that we will differently be coming back to this track.<br /><br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-50891921414695835132010-04-02T17:16:00.001-07:002010-04-02T19:01:13.861-07:00Biking around Perth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Kf_yBKA7CiY7pjxON-ONY7LPrGw0jZpsZH_1eSKAMxnYaQEpnLqnsaGiC5pGAWdKP9FBRFXUCNuFWzrTzIwDEF85wrl2bOcYbqOJFSCDypfl2aV2rm085cGALEVkJc3X9Z26svOS5htW/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Kf_yBKA7CiY7pjxON-ONY7LPrGw0jZpsZH_1eSKAMxnYaQEpnLqnsaGiC5pGAWdKP9FBRFXUCNuFWzrTzIwDEF85wrl2bOcYbqOJFSCDypfl2aV2rm085cGALEVkJc3X9Z26svOS5htW/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455701908592383186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well this was gonna be our first big ride around Perth in ages, as now Harrison has become a ripper rider it was time to give him a good ride around the bush city. We drove t<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KV0yoQdsBC2durN5RoZnWk3Kr8qtaUT06PXJlUhHGMAcLzMCFjT8d0ESMG30J_sukZO19fBWNr5rRd565RxXk682uoyF91e4DTSaN8Mahlp8v6TUmlQsyQ1aFB1VxwNYUzWEUUydyuCT/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KV0yoQdsBC2durN5RoZnWk3Kr8qtaUT06PXJlUhHGMAcLzMCFjT8d0ESMG30J_sukZO19fBWNr5rRd565RxXk682uoyF91e4DTSaN8Mahlp8v6TUmlQsyQ1aFB1VxwNYUzWEUUydyuCT/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455701432376520594" border="0" /></a>o Charles Paterson Park which is better know as 'the Park near the Casino', opened the boot of the commodore (thats the best thing about the wagon we can fit two big bikes and three kiddie bikes into it) and got the bikes out. But before we set of on our ride we got a photo with the black swan, with the city and the WACA in the background.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_yTrFpJy1kcRlCDHWgIJGK0nx8BOqBgZsg6jT-SigIjRknmPWLcdl6tPzNDPP-KJXhNabCFopqdZ18wuVgXII_-_bSPoJP4s-laaJWaNZhF6E3hKx_UEuQzOGl28JvWnX-7rRyjgZWXI/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_yTrFpJy1kcRlCDHWgIJGK0nx8BOqBgZsg6jT-SigIjRknmPWLcdl6tPzNDPP-KJXhNabCFopqdZ18wuVgXII_-_bSPoJP4s-laaJWaNZhF6E3hKx_UEuQzOGl28JvWnX-7rRyjgZWXI/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455701261283897218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Our second photo opportunity was after 1.4 kilometers, funny how you forget how sore your arse is after riding a friggin' bike. So a q<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI6H1VUZ4mkOXTn9yDBWcjivXi5_b7I76cc1jOkZgVDd7rLEUjaNAkgXtiV_txsTzBG9LGG-PCmsIuLyELd3y3UU9CeS0yZVuBorY4ibuQWdRUXqkRD60zFRli21z5N8F9ev7faZRrCS__/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI6H1VUZ4mkOXTn9yDBWcjivXi5_b7I76cc1jOkZgVDd7rLEUjaNAkgXtiV_txsTzBG9LGG-PCmsIuLyELd3y3UU9CeS0yZVuBorY4ibuQWdRUXqkRD60zFRli21z5N8F9ev7faZRrCS__/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455701064583205186" border="0" /></a>uick stop to relive the freckle and grab a photo under the Graham Farmer Bridge. Then another on the bridge over looking East Perth, which was gonna be our next stop.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_KDel1Ux6R1_XGbJWoXF0cuBHguvvrMBcxpI6EF31H5mIv1hJWgIUeE3YefyltD3TQBAJj26IM5yNaT1R2x4B9HPEL8RbNTOQQ2FdS_-3Q5MhTu80bc3SiLtq01vUkXLMaXYRXabFMP9/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_KDel1Ux6R1_XGbJWoXF0cuBHguvvrMBcxpI6EF31H5mIv1hJWgIUeE3YefyltD3TQBAJj26IM5yNaT1R2x4B9HPEL8RbNTOQQ2FdS_-3Q5MhTu80bc3SiLtq01vUkXLMaXYRXabFMP9/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455700892792273714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />suddenly we came across this little Park in Claisebrook Cove with these strange sculptures in it, so a nice little stop for a drink and a photo opportunity with these things. These sculptures were made from junk metal salvaged from the old Perth Gasworks which were on the site years back, there known as STEEL MAG<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FYpag0O74OwQ4jGzcySDGR-trHHjATuEOwBUH25M1BkVF84XkIKuMvm6F7KO7R5alZjMPv12-zIv_tClWmDi-whWsvRNAFvpqRvBbL1dxbi1BbMaU4vcRfhUPCCLk5NzsWa3JrVGRgUl/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FYpag0O74OwQ4jGzcySDGR-trHHjATuEOwBUH25M1BkVF84XkIKuMvm6F7KO7R5alZjMPv12-zIv_tClWmDi-whWsvRNAFvpqRvBbL1dxbi1BbMaU4vcRfhUPCCLk5NzsWa3JrVGRgUl/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455700690547598722" border="0" /></a>NOLIA and suppose to look like plants..... cool. Just a little way down the bike track we came apon this old little wharf, so had a rest and another drink and a gander at the old thing. Trip computer was 2.4kms.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiOr0WmFuKh-hbyUga6SrGYz8Ahgoj8HZgmoXcXmd0AHrqe99SIeEeRGxwmUnZWUAyZmcu-FhadwLOiXUc-XxVcmhTgFGzlOIfKvatGKIX2wMdzkXlsjMXrLT1NkaUvpHd324TUhRq9nR/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiOr0WmFuKh-hbyUga6SrGYz8Ahgoj8HZgmoXcXmd0AHrqe99SIeEeRGxwmUnZWUAyZmcu-FhadwLOiXUc-XxVcmhTgFGzlOIfKvatGKIX2wMdzkXlsjMXrLT1NkaUvpHd324TUhRq9nR/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455700535691279314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Harrison taking a rest on the old wharf<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6DIE8NgeWc03PNpiB6HhL8xNd4HNoonul7J_blMA74oLb0liJC6XNk19gogNQMQ8chBuJ8ZC6ENhI7q_Z6LpjXsqpZTGmXQ3vWSytM4WM6Q27DNQYKa_LkWD7sH_vfum2d5ruynjAm07v/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6DIE8NgeWc03PNpiB6HhL8xNd4HNoonul7J_blMA74oLb0liJC6XNk19gogNQMQ8chBuJ8ZC6ENhI7q_Z6LpjXsqpZTGmXQ3vWSytM4WM6Q27DNQYKa_LkWD7sH_vfum2d5ruynjAm07v/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455700345075681554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then a ride to the little Park at East Perth where the nevilles had a swing and a drink, then a ride threw the little cove you see in the back ground and to the other side of this cove to Haig Park.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8WmeA8_f_MWOUl1P6QsSXwosSvkYhhIiQEHOf0pHHqtZ5u8IvVD7PafsoSDRCidLwkogh7xqatOOlHK3BTOxVQmYZ74W1K0boiISkM3fdk-Vibq3SHDuUbIOoGJ84McoAKYv-RaKLujj/s1600/9.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8WmeA8_f_MWOUl1P6QsSXwosSvkYhhIiQEHOf0pHHqtZ5u8IvVD7PafsoSDRCidLwkogh7xqatOOlHK3BTOxVQmYZ74W1K0boiISkM3fdk-Vibq3SHDuUbIOoGJ84McoAKYv-RaKLujj/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455700121765425794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />After that stop we did some serious kilometers under two bridges and along the Riverside Drive, to we reached the <a href="http://www.ringmybells.com.au/">Bell tower</a> at Barrack Square. The trip computer rushed up to 7klms, and fare dinkum I had the sore arse to prove it. Here's a bit of history of the bells for ya....<br />'From one of London's most famous churches, in Trafalgar Square, the <strong>St Martin-in-the-Fields</strong> bells have rung out to celebrate many historic events such as, England's victory over the Spanish Armada in 1588, The World War II victory at El Alamein in 1942, ringing in the New Year at Trafalgar Square for more than 275 years, celebrating the coronation of every British monarch since King George II in 1727, the homecoming of Captain James Cook after his voyage of discovery in 1771. On his return to London in 1771, the bells of St-Martin-in-the-Fields, the bells of the admiralty, rang out to welcome back a hero of the Age of Discovery'. So there ya go. This was also our t<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTNC_e0DvnE71RndzsZR2AKKBshUQsyq4x1CN3VB4t2xDiY9jhnwQhjTWmh8SSy8-tyxbTRbZ-Dzn-_VLvrJPk29KqxwOSkYyh9ZkZvGZabJik0zf594vp6Nj_ZEOXiiuJMWIrWUo6tGC/s1600/11.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTNC_e0DvnE71RndzsZR2AKKBshUQsyq4x1CN3VB4t2xDiY9jhnwQhjTWmh8SSy8-tyxbTRbZ-Dzn-_VLvrJPk29KqxwOSkYyh9ZkZvGZabJik0zf594vp6Nj_ZEOXiiuJMWIrWUo6tGC/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455699833383448594" border="0" /></a>ucker time and for a change we were going to eat that bad stuff, you know all that stuff that we love like a nice sausage roll with dead horse washed down with a fanta..... arrrrr the good stuff!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsTxChzSUbIPMtksBpFG-9uvy60yNc3ZGHH5t9sk3WuPM6mm9oxYoTx7GcL8WolPMsG6jcVMkRlUD2sOew830F6jHOEXIKXyO_ThVPLIQab7fh8GV8a_15liq6JdRHcRRsFE4cTGRkdpM/s1600/10.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsTxChzSUbIPMtksBpFG-9uvy60yNc3ZGHH5t9sk3WuPM6mm9oxYoTx7GcL8WolPMsG6jcVMkRlUD2sOew830F6jHOEXIKXyO_ThVPLIQab7fh8GV8a_15liq6JdRHcRRsFE4cTGRkdpM/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455699554741915506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />During our feed Harrison wanted to show my brother Mark Perth's <a href="http://skyscraperpage.com/diagrams/?searchID=46470820">BHP TOWER</a> (By the way this is a link.... i'm starting to get this computer lingo hay!) when it's finished it will be the tallest tower in Perth but only third in Australia.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhioPh-qUdRqGoazSsWjaQmzSwCXVu7MM0O0W8HgRfKIFsHBgk782fJ04-TnaqGR4e9hm2ObU1soqRwR-8ffAbIP8rci7jitLJotmhdB31JgtN4Z0Nw-L7IRF-Ymn440xcHVLnr1myDqSTp/s1600/12.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhioPh-qUdRqGoazSsWjaQmzSwCXVu7MM0O0W8HgRfKIFsHBgk782fJ04-TnaqGR4e9hm2ObU1soqRwR-8ffAbIP8rci7jitLJotmhdB31JgtN4Z0Nw-L7IRF-Ymn440xcHVLnr1myDqSTp/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455699256252055922" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then it was back on the bike and off we went back along Riverside Park, on our way back to the carpark.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7qCgKvSHYlbK2mrCiwHsY1IykPlND3IZuxQAL_ySGthTWTbcPYPh53g0TXpdOcghFwYw4T1VYDz-ZfY_rtwQMjIvGus_pEU9NI4BUEr2xdsl2UyeWowtAE6OVpssnUcyyNVqkOieTnPb/s1600/13.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7qCgKvSHYlbK2mrCiwHsY1IykPlND3IZuxQAL_ySGthTWTbcPYPh53g0TXpdOcghFwYw4T1VYDz-ZfY_rtwQMjIvGus_pEU9NI4BUEr2xdsl2UyeWowtAE6OVpssnUcyyNVqkOieTnPb/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455698967339426402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />And of cause it wouldn't be a ride if we didn't finish with a little feed, and this time it was a <span style="font-weight: bold;">ICE CREAM FIX!</span> Sometimes I think the kiddies only go out with me for the feed, but then again it might just be the great bonding feeling that you get..... yeah right i reckon it's the ice cream too! And just for the record the trip computer came in at 11Kilometers, not bad for an 'out-of-fitness' old fella with one very sore freckle and a few ratbag kiddies. Come to think of it i'm not that bad as i am in shape, well round is a shape!<br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-67424218616625507422010-03-21T01:03:00.001-07:002010-03-21T02:27:26.261-07:00Trip to the bike jumps<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqtKkC5mOvTdqCnsnk92dzoZQBPHN1nKUoIoturGhxO3BDJBkYdWAEutKQG-il6w-VQwWFpx8X_vYHjVjLEf6P7KEVQmjKIrBuYqPTy-A3AXNRYAM296NdJntZlWJnQYlcA8S4PwyGuRN/s1600-h/4444.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqtKkC5mOvTdqCnsnk92dzoZQBPHN1nKUoIoturGhxO3BDJBkYdWAEutKQG-il6w-VQwWFpx8X_vYHjVjLEf6P7KEVQmjKIrBuYqPTy-A3AXNRYAM296NdJntZlWJnQYlcA8S4PwyGuRN/s320/4444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451007407039475490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Well before we hit the water park I took the little nevilles over to the <span style="font-weight: bold;">BMX bike jumps</span>, that were just built next door to the water park. Of cause the poor little fella Oscar couldn't give it a go, as he's not into his bike riding yet but give him some time. Here's Sarah giving it a go and for a sheilah she's not bad hay, but give her credit where credit's due..... she is really a bloke!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSfiC0-rI_O2nkRX20yTtm7RrThXiNFCUN_x0NDc5tamu5L2W391oKTPyJyLTz6MAsJ65r4ysDyGpKi5ck_gZMSZvorI0wX3XwvnH48fXJ8GvmynPtcGTwE3qGL0os_v4CJbX9XoUp1av/s1600-h/3333.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSfiC0-rI_O2nkRX20yTtm7RrThXiNFCUN_x0NDc5tamu5L2W391oKTPyJyLTz6MAsJ65r4ysDyGpKi5ck_gZMSZvorI0wX3XwvnH48fXJ8GvmynPtcGTwE3qGL0os_v4CJbX9XoUp1av/s320/3333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451007594866335234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But even the best of blokes come off... poor little sod, but when one of the nevilles come off I use the same tactic for each one. I ask them if they can walk? if so then no problem, I just say something nice and encouraging to them like <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">'Tell ya story walking pal'</span> or <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">'Dry ya eye's princess'</span>, and get them back on that bike so as not to let them give up..... a good thing to learn in life hay.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="400" height="305"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CE4cBlAh9RI&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CE4cBlAh9RI&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKtE23fI0ZIGiwTKTyd3K_bIGCYBp_n8hkU3gZiyJkIHvFjZoCyKK9PmceRimx2vVWBsAtdPJ3tISRHYaEq4phE2djWlg-ml2Y3_zdia7Z1ya7XpLjFX4vYnlfhmrVXBdnXAUqcxPIpOHB/s1600-h/6666.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKtE23fI0ZIGiwTKTyd3K_bIGCYBp_n8hkU3gZiyJkIHvFjZoCyKK9PmceRimx2vVWBsAtdPJ3tISRHYaEq4phE2djWlg-ml2Y3_zdia7Z1ya7XpLjFX4vYnlfhmrVXBdnXAUqcxPIpOHB/s320/6666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451008104438144770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Go Jacko he just loves giving it his all and hes not at all scared on these dirt jumps, and he really loves trying to get his old bike up in the air.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="400" height="305"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9rxCZH2aLbc&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9rxCZH2aLbc&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByNpJObuG6-EP5l8hSBh_f4Sd_XzzOw5jlktNcC_zV2hbxczAAy0HibI6_SYi7UsnDe57HjOzfjW_ZX3T2U-zLJG1EJMQ8HCa9n9RpbDZfd5pzCmi58-tSuOg75A5ZgNnVM4IllxJSDd8/s1600-h/5555.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByNpJObuG6-EP5l8hSBh_f4Sd_XzzOw5jlktNcC_zV2hbxczAAy0HibI6_SYi7UsnDe57HjOzfjW_ZX3T2U-zLJG1EJMQ8HCa9n9RpbDZfd5pzCmi58-tSuOg75A5ZgNnVM4IllxJSDd8/s320/5555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451008351373629058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But all things that go up must come down and sometimes as you come back do<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMBQpS-0rCEuNmQxc1YlWzxcg_5J4RHu3qc3WJFww2Hq_BCUcjDRvwCC6z-eDrKhYRBsQHPXabfOOToQTRaBHRIJ6Vyc79POrxK9zZmv9WVe-oXpXPs0_g7sUngFPwiANzSnr7Ad8bQ-e/s1600-h/1111.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMBQpS-0rCEuNmQxc1YlWzxcg_5J4RHu3qc3WJFww2Hq_BCUcjDRvwCC6z-eDrKhYRBsQHPXabfOOToQTRaBHRIJ6Vyc79POrxK9zZmv9WVe-oXpXPs0_g7sUngFPwiANzSnr7Ad8bQ-e/s320/1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451008677630688450" border="0" /></a>wn, a bike comes down on top of ya ha,ha you just never get tried of watching kiddies come a gutzer. But as you can see it wasn't just me who had a ripper time watching the kiddies fall off, So me and Oscar have more in common then I thought!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a2Yx1AeTg7LSNC3QXbV5GlULbpi31Rdiwc_cb3I6DD3jGcsfsTgD2BRnhYHLORx2o7CY0liguQIca294nP6qcRgdNk_Fhd1IUBNbIbvsDLJVBazXu4a_IeveC-0Y0Q3kdQv03Gudf8oR/s1600-h/2222.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a2Yx1AeTg7LSNC3QXbV5GlULbpi31Rdiwc_cb3I6DD3jGcsfsTgD2BRnhYHLORx2o7CY0liguQIca294nP6qcRgdNk_Fhd1IUBNbIbvsDLJVBazXu4a_IeveC-0Y0Q3kdQv03Gudf8oR/s320/2222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451009889533055090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />And another one over <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">'You little beauty'</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbKmGw70Nm0FCwgDgAoN_WsSxawaJnne_B4jLDy2D9nirnERewFNczfrKBVcdBCEI6hhWq4JW9s8PGn8L-w3QUIEUxavNwNmQRAcYeLd9BzV7rGqhAeNeyykNqjR3BFt_QMVHMtksn7fM/s1600-h/SDC13210.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbKmGw70Nm0FCwgDgAoN_WsSxawaJnne_B4jLDy2D9nirnERewFNczfrKBVcdBCEI6hhWq4JW9s8PGn8L-w3QUIEUxavNwNmQRAcYeLd9BzV7rGqhAeNeyykNqjR3BFt_QMVHMtksn7fM/s320/SDC13210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451010960541701218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />And another as Jacko bites the dirt ha,ha,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PdyGOGyVFEnboP6UE0UPEpthx0iN3fbrNo5RGh3qXxNT1TO8YkWvatdjH0Nxu0ALzEzy5QDJXKdlfjVm5xBOQ15hlzzSb9Jy7l69xPlbe5AXTIBPUHsJjAnNEyBcbHA-huriwCt7NWoq/s1600-h/8888.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PdyGOGyVFEnboP6UE0UPEpthx0iN3fbrNo5RGh3qXxNT1TO8YkWvatdjH0Nxu0ALzEzy5QDJXKdlfjVm5xBOQ15hlzzSb9Jy7l69xPlbe5AXTIBPUHsJjAnNEyBcbHA-huriwCt7NWoq/s320/8888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451006917904081810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Another one bites the dust.... ooooohhhh <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">'Suck it up princess'</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="400" height="305"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUgdWyxkJHM&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUgdWyxkJHM&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RBRaJc2xHUYyC-eX5y23YoTJXtVz-UYjeQph2Ntrz2X_9gokVD4tVilWu1Z_RIMsuzn74RggwAhvOY0FCWmZ69Cm6CqnQg7Y5Ua0Hv0B-aDHx_dlbRoiz6yMvwCbxgXrrR7KU7-RLpe3/s1600-h/7777.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RBRaJc2xHUYyC-eX5y23YoTJXtVz-UYjeQph2Ntrz2X_9gokVD4tVilWu1Z_RIMsuzn74RggwAhvOY0FCWmZ69Cm6CqnQg7Y5Ua0Hv0B-aDHx_dlbRoiz6yMvwCbxgXrrR7KU7-RLpe3/s320/7777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450995086045102690" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But i'll tell ya one thing you just don't get tried of watching the little ones coming off, fairdinkum I think I laughed just as much watching the first ones as I did this last one! ha,ha,ha<br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-17713898880810754702010-03-15T04:31:00.000-07:002010-03-15T06:24:24.987-07:00Trip to Ellenbrook's WaterPark<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDhAAag2yWQuHO4XZXkpW9xVEkn0FugGLUMl3vswSmyWoh0mvZT3zKmc0jVqglRR3JGO19myWNN6HIKnCTpOE0DbpsAYsFf4DYp2IC89u8i15up1Tfd-gwyDIcXcl4KTgWfWKhPJHtP_jX/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDhAAag2yWQuHO4XZXkpW9xVEkn0FugGLUMl3vswSmyWoh0mvZT3zKmc0jVqglRR3JGO19myWNN6HIKnCTpOE0DbpsAYsFf4DYp2IC89u8i15up1Tfd-gwyDIcXcl4KTgWfWKhPJHtP_jX/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448832196903940962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What a little ripper of a water park Ellenbrook has just open up, and it got the thumbs up by the little nevilles too. We packed the bikes as well as the picnic this time, and dr<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIglctgUPE66LjYBH5ofKT926iLhBhXSSAor6WF8dPQvorJ2XLOILMyZQ4cGOEkZEdUfS_0tQm9hYkCo7Iu-9lDSG5hic663WQjM5IuTYg4PAKKwj3uAbmSqHIourPn4vhCLyO0-_Dmw_/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIglctgUPE66LjYBH5ofKT926iLhBhXSSAor6WF8dPQvorJ2XLOILMyZQ4cGOEkZEdUfS_0tQm9hYkCo7Iu-9lDSG5hic663WQjM5IuTYg4PAKKwj3uAbmSqHIourPn4vhCLyO0-_Dmw_/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448831977539196066" border="0" /></a>ove the short distance up to Ellenbrook's new <span style="font-weight: bold;">FREE</span> water Park. It's only a small set up but the kiddies just love the water going off, and of cause anything free gets my nod.<br /><br /><br /><br />We got up their nice and early so as to miss most of the sun and the mad mob of little scally<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsDs1YrrjIMD8pGMs0RTqkQ99pXM6rotRm51mKcQs-MeJrSP2fTxzKaR0n5kjJVelHJJ99aVeTkv4AXrFj4xQPmCstD6uxBR6PEY8ku2GS-aFRBAFfEENIzmCdskjSZ98fzBdwIbRlV2_/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsDs1YrrjIMD8pGMs0RTqkQ99pXM6rotRm51mKcQs-MeJrSP2fTxzKaR0n5kjJVelHJJ99aVeTkv4AXrFj4xQPmCstD6uxBR6PEY8ku2GS-aFRBAFfEENIzmCdskjSZ98fzBdwIbRlV2_/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448831783010284354" border="0" /></a>wags, that always seem to hang out at these places... you know like my mob! And as you can see <span style="font-weight: bold;">ALL THE PAULS </span>made the trip up the road this time, thats right out for the first time is the little fella Chase. And fairdinkum didn't he have a little ripper of a time just hanging out with his mates, but crikey don't think you'll see him out to many times with us. Because after changing a few shitty nappys on a park bench, sure takes the fun away from the day out (fairdinkum back home for you)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now seeing there was nobody else around the Park I let the nevilles ride there bikes around the water park, and of cause give the little mugs an inch and before I knew it they were racing each other through the water sprinklers.<br /><object height="270" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8BR3yHq8II&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8BR3yHq8II&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="270" width="320"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-fLdbdkUSiaHsVvTLaUdmZU1spG2_BjQCFJJT_-azJBAKGntwDSWrkcP8691_vmKO94t9wEY2B21HG9Xwg8pj1gvdn44UZdexMhPCLzQVAN-CwPrWWncAME__IJaUklJac9pt8swh-1e/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-fLdbdkUSiaHsVvTLaUdmZU1spG2_BjQCFJJT_-azJBAKGntwDSWrkcP8691_vmKO94t9wEY2B21HG9Xwg8pj1gvdn44UZdexMhPCLzQVAN-CwPrWWncAME__IJaUklJac9pt8swh-1e/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448831479161412306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Hasn't Harrison just taken to the bike like Tartare sauce to fish n' chips! Only just a few months early he was on his training wheels, and now his a friggin' Daredevil! Fairdinkum if you ever get to watch this little fella on his bike, he gives anything a go and most of the time he ends up on his arse.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And of cause anything that the boys can do she can do <span style="font-weight: bold;">BETTER</span>... is the motto of my little princess, whom i'm sure one day will deferentially gonna kill me. She's just too much like her brothers (God help me) once she gets the hang of something, she just goes straight at it with everything shes got.<br /><object height="270" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgUzLvia5Cs&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgUzLvia5Cs&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="270" width="320"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt03v1YmNNilzVPOvf0erTXtUmGoRkzJCVGOVuH7qFTmSIsfT3tEvGTSoMn1VKkWHDBlKfeGELTd9Wb_gXWR31E9hlJar7Kfac9r8Ea8uDUYKO9mFGRbmD9qmY47XrVw9g-oEu4LBEnTdF/s1600-h/5.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt03v1YmNNilzVPOvf0erTXtUmGoRkzJCVGOVuH7qFTmSIsfT3tEvGTSoMn1VKkWHDBlKfeGELTd9Wb_gXWR31E9hlJar7Kfac9r8Ea8uDUYKO9mFGRbmD9qmY47XrVw9g-oEu4LBEnTdF/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448831271323085714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And here is me little angel hanging out with her mate, and I bet he can't wait for the chance to get out their with his brothers.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5MQ0-66cyhv1baULgoFyDHPGEYqzF_r39OrcDEzmCyB9O2K0hJ-5dS_4WyXgKKYiXUwcv8_bs4Zoin_DK45m49jW-NEF9idbQKr0Cgat2jGNWskBYQOo1dlmkLQknHx8VNhQjE5-hLW4/s1600-h/6.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5MQ0-66cyhv1baULgoFyDHPGEYqzF_r39OrcDEzmCyB9O2K0hJ-5dS_4WyXgKKYiXUwcv8_bs4Zoin_DK45m49jW-NEF9idbQKr0Cgat2jGNWskBYQOo1dlmkLQknHx8VNhQjE5-hLW4/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448831105789105730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And while the others do their Daredevil riding around, Oscar just had a ball wetting them with his water gun. He loved the water jets and of cause getting wet, and if you watch the videos you'll see he loves just getting in the way. How he didn't get run over at least a han<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUrr25dwXg3U4EIhjBhgmOEYgGX9UCN9vbExir3b-jve3cD7reCN0xCZrDC4CBwx62bPj6m3rywLQ1f_0APLOo0_gRoyJAXsC1tPmovNeUHFB95G9H04AZQ3t1aGT1CQanpsia2AMfO2Q/s1600-h/7.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUrr25dwXg3U4EIhjBhgmOEYgGX9UCN9vbExir3b-jve3cD7reCN0xCZrDC4CBwx62bPj6m3rywLQ1f_0APLOo0_gRoyJAXsC1tPmovNeUHFB95G9H04AZQ3t1aGT1CQanpsia2AMfO2Q/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448830908500038082" border="0" /></a>d fall of times, is beyond me but he got away with it again and again. And while all this was going on Chase was just climbing up on all the park seats and rolling about on the grass, you know that <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Life can be hard felling way</span>. Yep he sure had a beaut time and wasn't much of a hand full, but he did make a big dint in our picnic tucker so this could be his last trip with us.<br /><br /><br /><br />But not always does the rides go the way the kiddies want them to go, and of cause thats the best videos hay and they didn't really hurt themselves that much. Nothing that some ice-cream, Dettol n' a band-aid couldn't fix up, but until they get home it's just the <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">'get up and get back on mate'</span> atturtude in our mob.<br /><object height="270" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vaektQft3uw&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vaektQft3uw&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="270" width="320"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOliqFuF8qQS4fTu-zG2xtLRRjyBKFA_bxZLnBGNssXBDkTBtK8sdOrFO47cZ_h3AlGskbXG6a_E7HypZbbGi1BWUD7n2ZGYolwcArzbRu4kB-pQBDdE_hmtAj5cRMfeZE2JBy2lgryVk/s1600-h/8.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOliqFuF8qQS4fTu-zG2xtLRRjyBKFA_bxZLnBGNssXBDkTBtK8sdOrFO47cZ_h3AlGskbXG6a_E7HypZbbGi1BWUD7n2ZGYolwcArzbRu4kB-pQBDdE_hmtAj5cRMfeZE2JBy2lgryVk/s400/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448850006948028610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But while all the mob were falling over themselves one little neville just hung back and shot them with water.... On ya Oss! So after getting soaked it was time to ride the bikes over to Ellenbrooks new bike track, but that will be in our next post as we have just about run out of time.... see ya.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-53254550811747775852010-03-07T00:10:00.000-08:002010-03-07T03:31:19.390-08:00Sculptures by the sea again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHfg1kBBRHKw-bmKecY5kUAzoDtU7EtjXRL09TO1biy0KRkbK7afgnS6X9kX8yoxIhRRbMzrsno3nKv3N1irQBR3vPU2Ttn5h75ZwaRK5oYgKNX3EMTy5SNSyR4SAy-DW7zPdfFp_65_9/s1600-h/333.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHfg1kBBRHKw-bmKecY5kUAzoDtU7EtjXRL09TO1biy0KRkbK7afgnS6X9kX8yoxIhRRbMzrsno3nKv3N1irQBR3vPU2Ttn5h75ZwaRK5oYgKNX3EMTy5SNSyR4SAy-DW7zPdfFp_65_9/s320/333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445804347924614290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's that time of year again when I grab four nevilles and a packed lunch and head to Cottesloe Beach, to rub shoulders with the upper class lot and gander at some weird sculptures. That's right it's Sculptures by the sea time again where the kiddies wonder about looking at <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilewx3UmMX4kNKjYThUWuJSLumCD7GQW-14w6Nqv_fJh4UJBwWt7ikV-G9SYGP8ux4yGGCIpcx5NWnNgS7NigPTaf5PXZMZRTZFzsAGFGh5Ym3U8drxS14lAEl7lHN1ckbVBTciuGP2nfP/s1600-h/000.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilewx3UmMX4kNKjYThUWuJSLumCD7GQW-14w6Nqv_fJh4UJBwWt7ikV-G9SYGP8ux4yGGCIpcx5NWnNgS7NigPTaf5PXZMZRTZFzsAGFGh5Ym3U8drxS14lAEl7lHN1ckbVBTciuGP2nfP/s320/000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445803675567512978" border="0" /></a>strange things that their not aloud to touch, and Dad just shakes he's head and says 'What did I say' about fourty eight times (but who's counting). But it is a little ripper of a day out just wondering about looking at these things and it is Australia's largest free outdoor sculpture exhibition! (well it is!) Fairdinkum and the kiddies love looking at these strange items and just think to themselves 'I can do this too', so in a way where encouraging that side of their brain (you know the arty farty side) which holds their imagination and art'ishness thing! So their!.... clear as mud.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzrjyrDqYx1p36tNLRSgEmY4cM7IQyCKfLGzjm7hrERjpogX3AGXB81MDDJu5bthZ-j4M_wHfsPPJqTG8uMs-kerbcsjza-Tl_Wh7XyU4XVk-f5umK6db_dL-JV3TAZtZbmsLgyz2B9tHL/s1600-h/222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzrjyrDqYx1p36tNLRSgEmY4cM7IQyCKfLGzjm7hrERjpogX3AGXB81MDDJu5bthZ-j4M_wHfsPPJqTG8uMs-kerbcsjza-Tl_Wh7XyU4XVk-f5umK6db_dL-JV3TAZtZbmsLgyz2B9tHL/s320/222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445803920422157826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Usually I try to tell you all about the sculpture and it's name, but unfortunately I haven't been able to come across this info so i'll just have to wing-it! As for this sculpture sadly I can't even do that.... i've got no friggin' idea w<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD8LZBSdPAX5n5kilkXbIu96WjmWHSIv9IYuCdMUfleD_JFe2fdeUwqSRUfh7bIbSekhHrxjZTStV5Fgblg7ZU762VnHFYsLPpUW1-n0fiyvPI-55GURaTdrRkNamJS_kwvUrbpSUSFQYv/s1600-h/111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD8LZBSdPAX5n5kilkXbIu96WjmWHSIv9IYuCdMUfleD_JFe2fdeUwqSRUfh7bIbSekhHrxjZTStV5Fgblg7ZU762VnHFYsLPpUW1-n0fiyvPI-55GURaTdrRkNamJS_kwvUrbpSUSFQYv/s320/111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445804164708848354" border="0" /></a>hat it is or what it could be, so i'll just call it <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">'Thingummyjig'</span>.<br /><br /><br /><em></em>But as for this one yes I do know what it is and I do know it's name, it's called <em><span style="font-weight: bold;">'Subterfuge'</span></em> why..... i've got no friggin' idea but I know it's name because it was recycled from this event at Bondi 2009.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_8q7jhkyqVKX4oeOvLHUfhYf22noQpv9K0wPwepGpRzD_ekmv6Vpn3qf84yDgaGHggilpy6u45dkYqsSWPe_QXtoKK3MxOZWoJLfhDzlWTZyYTK1QUX6iOj5AwJM6qBKbgUly34MVQNe/s1600-h/444.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_8q7jhkyqVKX4oeOvLHUfhYf22noQpv9K0wPwepGpRzD_ekmv6Vpn3qf84yDgaGHggilpy6u45dkYqsSWPe_QXtoKK3MxOZWoJLfhDzlWTZyYTK1QUX6iOj5AwJM6qBKbgUly34MVQNe/s320/444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445803037489043442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and here's another one that rings a bell in the old scone that's the old gem the Hills Hurst clothes line, but as for the tree branches up top.... well I guess that's what you call <span style="font-weight: bold;">ART!</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpxtdW9QvRkKQj88bvvQcPkOW9IeAqpdg8jGO_ajjEgGYHjCVcOLFDXPpV23aeuDh6VIgAs1HtWGmpsjK_13bRBDynXpQ1kqsL-IoaTlBM7XXi8RDxK14HbHazx3y3NgfDFg-S65SPPUf/s1600-h/555.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpxtdW9QvRkKQj88bvvQcPkOW9IeAqpdg8jGO_ajjEgGYHjCVcOLFDXPpV23aeuDh6VIgAs1HtWGmpsjK_13bRBDynXpQ1kqsL-IoaTlBM7XXi8RDxK14HbHazx3y3NgfDFg-S65SPPUf/s320/555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445802870894568530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Now this one is my type of stuff and I can really get into this one it's just some steel thing, and the kiddies got right into it ..... well yeah right into it and layed down, 'you little buggers get out of their' but wait till I get the photo first!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEKH8AtEhMRbqSBBXidXpmB0o49EQXnmY6QhSsZRJ-5LGbm0iIXkYFO0ndNwjNMFES_HwOakfA6QeUjubo-O_nkMS6_nXnvzGbZZ1VfSNRGcKS_E5o6jQQd6O4V_wPHaHXtvGWi9jZAsr/s1600-h/666.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEKH8AtEhMRbqSBBXidXpmB0o49EQXnmY6QhSsZRJ-5LGbm0iIXkYFO0ndNwjNMFES_HwOakfA6QeUjubo-O_nkMS6_nXnvzGbZZ1VfSNRGcKS_E5o6jQQd6O4V_wPHaHXtvGWi9jZAsr/s320/666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445802660963016082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Now this one is pretty cool hay I told the kiddies to get under the one that they most like, so we have a pig a horse and a couple of goats <span style="font-weight: bold;">SAY NO MORE!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWqAc35JPtqWESOBuB48QfUe96lA8PcFES8M02mpqOEKuoKdZVXm5SCLUkXizWiykuYwQ0FHgcgGEgEoRwli3nKasEfzyCAcUKG3lAWjmwwqWPser-yfHBrztQr8uOJISp44TJQ3gknlAm/s1600-h/777.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWqAc35JPtqWESOBuB48QfUe96lA8PcFES8M02mpqOEKuoKdZVXm5SCLUkXizWiykuYwQ0FHgcgGEgEoRwli3nKasEfzyCAcUKG3lAWjmwwqWPser-yfHBrztQr8uOJISp44TJQ3gknlAm/s320/777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445802439980236930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is properly called <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">'Wadjamacallit'</span> because well it looks just like a wadjamacallit!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyH6d2UN3ypgIUhuhTD2JgVT5fK6nKMsBZXHhk0eYd1hEDYa8rD_OYvJDZuP1-jZX8hD-3ZT6urH0ghqejUlzsF9zBAXP3g5ZzUk90t5NdFdaJ-W91qYOUZOCeYeluoXIOwfNo37CtQ_Py/s1600-h/888.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyH6d2UN3ypgIUhuhTD2JgVT5fK6nKMsBZXHhk0eYd1hEDYa8rD_OYvJDZuP1-jZX8hD-3ZT6urH0ghqejUlzsF9zBAXP3g5ZzUk90t5NdFdaJ-W91qYOUZOCeYeluoXIOwfNo37CtQ_Py/s320/888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445802219749371378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />So now this is the sixth year that this event has been going and it seams to be growing into a main draw card for Cottesloe and Perth, this year there was more than 60 artists from here and overseas and as you can see not a bad mob turned up to have a stickybeak.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnqSGzhQc8cHqM_ymMIUDwYUDqvdmE86KGCwKhMh9qhimDx97m2jUI3XTVvwys8SFYz7y5GIAfrMWdMGcmzJt6nD3HM3RshB0CWoYaaCUrhW07Y_1bBUcih79Hv56zvlvJTbAHsE1LuKs/s1600-h/999.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnqSGzhQc8cHqM_ymMIUDwYUDqvdmE86KGCwKhMh9qhimDx97m2jUI3XTVvwys8SFYz7y5GIAfrMWdMGcmzJt6nD3HM3RshB0CWoYaaCUrhW07Y_1bBUcih79Hv56zvlvJTbAHsE1LuKs/s320/999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445802009006768770" border="0" /></a><br />But all good things have to come to an end and so as the sunsets on yet another Sculptures by the sea, the kiddies are worn out and the old mans had enough for a day (trust me) thank God it's only once a year. But i'm sure we'll be out doing something different next weekend with the nevilles giving me hell again.... don't ya just love it!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-78778664796177313152010-02-28T20:24:00.000-08:002010-02-28T23:29:16.078-08:00The New Middle swan bridge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNwFgYsuTeqBebnZygEGmmvAdc05hM1OX9szrLHy1qXlQM8uophGago6ErZudX_bGcNKj7bQGs8mykkEhoojRe0oUfpcQwKcy_scxvphqJnGOpoRTQP8rOMiKLoYFZewmOF-PMUE85V_9L/s1600-h/SDC13026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNwFgYsuTeqBebnZygEGmmvAdc05hM1OX9szrLHy1qXlQM8uophGago6ErZudX_bGcNKj7bQGs8mykkEhoojRe0oUfpcQwKcy_scxvphqJnGOpoRTQP8rOMiKLoYFZewmOF-PMUE85V_9L/s400/SDC13026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443522947438032946" border="0" /></a>Here are the kiddies at the start of the <span style="font-weight: bold;">old Middle swan bridge </span>also known as Whiteman Bridge, was closed yesterday and if the council gets it's way will be pulled down sometime soon. It's a bloody pitty because the old girl is a real ripper .... <span style="font-style: italic;">for a bridge</span>! Nestled in amongst the banksia's the old bridge looks a real beaut, and gives you the feeling for that long lost<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVo0eMNGnFn4nd5V3DENlfUNQUXEfakQzGFswGl3TpcRJMbV4riQ1Xmhz5RlKxvYGryDKg7-XaNEqWf_R0TgyfzPGKJuXZqmu-2OLE-5QFJqknV6-Edq4tpMnfdusK4fyEC-okDu1PSQ2/s1600-h/SDC13025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVo0eMNGnFn4nd5V3DENlfUNQUXEfakQzGFswGl3TpcRJMbV4riQ1Xmhz5RlKxvYGryDKg7-XaNEqWf_R0TgyfzPGKJuXZqmu-2OLE-5QFJqknV6-Edq4tpMnfdusK4fyEC-okDu1PSQ2/s320/SDC13025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443521711745505074" border="0" /></a> time of years ago....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here's Harrison standing on the old bridge with the new bridge in the background, but I reckon the old bridge would of looked like that when it was new..... well maybe not. We walked under the old bridge and had a gander of what keeps the old girl up, and as you can see she's had a fair bit of work over the years. Not as much wood these days as concrete is all the go, in fact the new bridge is pretty much <span style="font-weight: bold;">ALL CONCRETE!</span> not a piece of timber in sig<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNjGMf_peqc4L5W_1g4hKeaSwZ-Kfo7RuUxp1EWhbvUXTwccKRhUXFUNGqUzovNRxOgyE4G9NYWwLICrYmLpBn80tcPJvjCoBX1tz0JFIWkdMAOnm-nNXsnKiv1W-jjwzDwUpP7K45nYR/s1600-h/SDC13019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNjGMf_peqc4L5W_1g4hKeaSwZ-Kfo7RuUxp1EWhbvUXTwccKRhUXFUNGqUzovNRxOgyE4G9NYWwLICrYmLpBn80tcPJvjCoBX1tz0JFIWkdMAOnm-nNXsnKiv1W-jjwzDwUpP7K45nYR/s320/SDC13019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443521238502479906" border="0" /></a>ht yep times have changed. As you can see the new bridge is a friggin' lot higher and longer then the old girl, it was designed that way in case of a 100 year flood event.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR6_JfxF8TJW6vqSA-bQY5IyD7ILoN5dzoqCZrPy6cDhbTtjGvZ3OAzEJNMHEj9w_UQW7JMH6sVmRtS6aag0ftP_Y7aTYm1RH-bWC2A2NP6w8YC9JGeUPkV-z9n-WqeeGYEwFiNXJoh350/s1600-h/SDC13021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR6_JfxF8TJW6vqSA-bQY5IyD7ILoN5dzoqCZrPy6cDhbTtjGvZ3OAzEJNMHEj9w_UQW7JMH6sVmRtS6aag0ftP_Y7aTYm1RH-bWC2A2NP6w8YC9JGeUPkV-z9n-WqeeGYEwFiNXJoh350/s320/SDC13021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443520955369145826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And here's the new.... yep like i said times have changed hay<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMncH6w1R4TrXrjO_CcBwUfNJc2yQxLL-iDRHY17XkUqN75Ybj-wKbVA2mOEFy2wlD_m3DjLYD_SHPex4dJv0sCx7QgUNQ-KymA3CJW_eqo8ujvO0-bE8XOkX6AkxwXzKpB8oQQ68bPawz/s1600-h/SDC13030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMncH6w1R4TrXrjO_CcBwUfNJc2yQxLL-iDRHY17XkUqN75Ybj-wKbVA2mOEFy2wlD_m3DjLYD_SHPex4dJv0sCx7QgUNQ-KymA3CJW_eqo8ujvO0-bE8XOkX6AkxwXzKpB8oQQ68bPawz/s320/SDC13030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443520196124738706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So this is what you get for a cool $78 million... strewth! (trust me there's not any change left over) yep this is the best 2.6km stretch of road in Western Australia, somehow I get the feeling that the old bridge just didn't cost that much.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQB4UL27He4VYZejL-YAEjYA7IT61K2Wd5qyhFoK1WeaUHgFIP8Pvy3ItOmVnzVSOaKu0NLyeZD7hv83qIJigJzQXIXwMcv9Cn3uFJvdlHj45ewONvxUnyoxDGPO6lyPmPlAKonuOQykU/s1600-h/SDC13033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQB4UL27He4VYZejL-YAEjYA7IT61K2Wd5qyhFoK1WeaUHgFIP8Pvy3ItOmVnzVSOaKu0NLyeZD7hv83qIJigJzQXIXwMcv9Cn3uFJvdlHj45ewONvxUnyoxDGPO6lyPmPlAKonuOQykU/s320/SDC13033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443519346073565170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's Sarah with the grand old bridge behind her, come to think of it I should of called this post The Old Middle swan bridge as I've just noticed i've got more photos of the old one.<br /><br /><br /><br />They just don't make them like they use too.... you know old and falling to bits, but the old bridges give off that grand old rustic feelings of long ago time... of when family's were driven around on horse-drawn wagon's, with their picnic hamper loaded with local cheese, olives, an<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaf07xjq3oplcZsJ6YRJg5OwxMUIpZ8ncx_-XRg9eEvYGYcKf9txkcbVpc4V6saxJUYw4LDaG3IZKEjKdYkXg0nCM5h2-erPIoX9M-UU_jY6BGi5INhRt9d8aCir3bQkvm8BbeMVwIwm5/s1600-h/SDC13031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaf07xjq3oplcZsJ6YRJg5OwxMUIpZ8ncx_-XRg9eEvYGYcKf9txkcbVpc4V6saxJUYw4LDaG3IZKEjKdYkXg0nCM5h2-erPIoX9M-UU_jY6BGi5INhRt9d8aCir3bQkvm8BbeMVwIwm5/s320/SDC13031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443518907805488194" border="0" /></a>d of cause the odd bottle of verdelho or maybe a shiraz. Past roadside farm stalls with jumbo strawberries, juicy rockmelons, vine-ripened tomatoes and of cause the kilo bags of grapes. Down past breweries and wineries which were started in the region by the Croatian and Italian migrants in the 1920's, and most are still owned by their grandchildren. Then suddenly you re<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA8RsGx8m6FGrp9sWsdlNJkcm4ekX5z6dxX0GGsu5LpHooCwrSEVMepJjKzsk3cDk3nmoWVZdtf-4b8PWLfW7ovvQTL0AF__EmruFe53qS-4015eXUo3snBPVD-Z5wB4YJ2yeEKp7KJ8UU/s1600-h/SDC13047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA8RsGx8m6FGrp9sWsdlNJkcm4ekX5z6dxX0GGsu5LpHooCwrSEVMepJjKzsk3cDk3nmoWVZdtf-4b8PWLfW7ovvQTL0AF__EmruFe53qS-4015eXUo3snBPVD-Z5wB4YJ2yeEKp7KJ8UU/s200/SDC13047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443559333866558194" border="0" /></a>ach and ride over this grand old wooden bridge that reaches over the brownish waters of the Swan river, and goes by the name of Whiteman bridge and is laying amongst sprinkled wildflowers and native bush..... Well until yesterday you could still do that well okay maybe not in a horse drawn wagon but in som<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMNUee1QdMjO3vx4O6V0K0mBsJArhp0Y0kJao_3KppWKREbEm3xHCSo3SaEIswBpFPcl4EB_MypvrvJ1s3yrFc7Dww2Uod5489qPWAyOVftacNFXFk0uoHzBUbBlJcn6jo6RsGRojORKV/s1600-h/SDC13020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMNUee1QdMjO3vx4O6V0K0mBsJArhp0Y0kJao_3KppWKREbEm3xHCSo3SaEIswBpFPcl4EB_MypvrvJ1s3yrFc7Dww2Uod5489qPWAyOVftacNFXFk0uoHzBUbBlJcn6jo6RsGRojORKV/s200/SDC13020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443559799335715122" border="0" /></a>ething with a bit more style and comfort... say a datson 180B!! fairdinkum compared with being pulled by a friggin' horse That's comfort mate! But no longer can we live that old dream of yesteryears, now it's a<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPG85qr7mgRHKTRt6ECH7vbiy6T1bUBTJFy19qX6bN4Tk9ln0_ZzL0-mA3DakZvVxPeXKuESkJWJtEL3F9TAq7Mba4lkcIEyMgBJoS7OEWVF_sFQZR3IlLLUz9bsFdzYU261viPtUfutwK/s1600-h/SDC13041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPG85qr7mgRHKTRt6ECH7vbiy6T1bUBTJFy19qX6bN4Tk9ln0_ZzL0-mA3DakZvVxPeXKuESkJWJtEL3F9TAq7Mba4lkcIEyMgBJoS7OEWVF_sFQZR3IlLLUz9bsFdzYU261viPtUfutwK/s400/SDC13041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443517496983672242" border="0" /></a> quick ride over a lump of concrete and past the womans prison and your their. But while it's still their (not for long) we can get as many walks over the old girl and just let the mind wonder, and yes Oscar that is the NEW BRIDGE. Thanks mate your suppose to be looking at the old one not that concrete thing-eme-bob over their, just look at this grand old wooden masterpiece of construction! You little bugger.<br /><br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435816459608085577.post-20528432673005359412010-02-19T01:04:00.000-08:002010-02-19T02:26:22.844-08:00Harrison's on the go<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4uoIebUO7ofENzRObNs7y_wi0ZCKbX26j9Uq9MSPicZVpkseHBYHTpIHRV9CCIYofWw9Gif_HFz5yKKsRUBW102krGoau5mQmV9LUY08ORxvp5tnDxCG8DpHQdB-dtqMPaf9TPyxsYet/s1600-h/11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4uoIebUO7ofENzRObNs7y_wi0ZCKbX26j9Uq9MSPicZVpkseHBYHTpIHRV9CCIYofWw9Gif_HFz5yKKsRUBW102krGoau5mQmV9LUY08ORxvp5tnDxCG8DpHQdB-dtqMPaf9TPyxsYet/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439878859276526306" border="0" /></a><br />Well now that Harrison has had some beaut rides around Whitemans Park and our local carpark, it was time to give the big fella a chance to show his stuff on the jumps! Okay he didn't quiet make it to the jumps but he hit the cycle track next door with a lot of go....<br /><br /><br />Come to think of it he really did HIT the track!<br /><object width="320" height="270"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHA-cWmstFs&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHA-cWmstFs&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="270"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nGKYdEIDLyqxm7UagsHcMPWQWuRXVjmlb31-RiZPbpL3o4yaW4hi4FO-_SZB1gzIJfEbnyjQ3tobzHzQZ_9VZIzMlu66QfM7_5O82qa_3U2-jdj_0MvGJ4a3X7o0fhA_snHhg5B6QfXb/s1600-h/22.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nGKYdEIDLyqxm7UagsHcMPWQWuRXVjmlb31-RiZPbpL3o4yaW4hi4FO-_SZB1gzIJfEbnyjQ3tobzHzQZ_9VZIzMlu66QfM7_5O82qa_3U2-jdj_0MvGJ4a3X7o0fhA_snHhg5B6QfXb/s400/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439896147906120354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He's big sister Sarah showing the little fella just what he has to do, 'First you walk your bike to the top of the rise then you hop on and ride down the slop wwwweeeeee'<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But it wasn't long before the young fella began to get the idea of what he has to do, and fairdinkum he now hit's the little rise with all his might and then down the other side.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><object width="320" height="270"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pheXIc109KQ&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pheXIc109KQ&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="270"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdrPVgWofc69pXU-mlW-EGwLJ0wdHrm7SA3OrQAn2r_JmSb5JuGIbv7OXT4ufFpdojjYp6qp49quDV6VW1vncvCbtBt2jzIihn9QAIx0waEOOz8ggnkcW3DZIELVWD7yr2cIw8ksGwPJF/s1600-h/33.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdrPVgWofc69pXU-mlW-EGwLJ0wdHrm7SA3OrQAn2r_JmSb5JuGIbv7OXT4ufFpdojjYp6qp49quDV6VW1vncvCbtBt2jzIihn9QAIx0waEOOz8ggnkcW3DZIELVWD7yr2cIw8ksGwPJF/s320/33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439878425537818834" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So what was the other nevilles doing while Harry was getting it on... well they were hitting the ramps and having a ripper time of it, as you can see there's just no fear.... except for the old man!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="320" height="270"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qYzWx60ke2I&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qYzWx60ke2I&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="270"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvk9S_KUY8zCIjETM0ujRmYSr5yu2wh3KfjDT4UlLaI0rt1HoWeygImKYCMYQ9R8GFNcY-BKm7dKoocYj1uVr0a7vMz6NkLv3nJxuemy3FnULtykyWIW0dP7KopwAJfQRQpVepsPHivpPs/s1600-h/44.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvk9S_KUY8zCIjETM0ujRmYSr5yu2wh3KfjDT4UlLaI0rt1HoWeygImKYCMYQ9R8GFNcY-BKm7dKoocYj1uVr0a7vMz6NkLv3nJxuemy3FnULtykyWIW0dP7KopwAJfQRQpVepsPHivpPs/s320/44.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439878236740436018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And Sarah wanted the last word.... now that's not like a sheilah to have the last say hay! Fairdinkum I always make sure the misses knows just where she stands, and so I <span style="font-weight: bold;">ALWAYS</span> have the last word.... okay it might be 'Yes Dear' but still it's the last word!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="cyclelinks2" align="right"></div>The Sandgropershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173696647548353345noreply@blogger.com