Sunday drives

Autumn has well and truly hit. Cold nights and mild days are with us now. Gone are the days of thirty plus and the high twenty degree days. The past week and the forecast for the coming week are struggling to reach twenty!

Sunday a week ago, turned out a gorgeous day though, with the Geltwood festival markets in the main street of Millicent in the morning and a Sunday drive down to Pelican Point in the afternoon.

My niece and her husband, who have just returned from a couple of years overseas, joined us for the day. It was really good.

I fell in love with this immaculate HT Holden GTS (circa 1970) this is one car I would love to own!
My place in time #64 - a car I would love to own

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Water #fmy52weeksofmemories

My place in time #47 - I wish this place had never changed

This has not so much to do with actual water, but the lack of it.

We took the go-kart down to Lake George over the weekend. Loads and loads of flat space to ride it.

When I was a kid, my uncle, his name just happens to be George, had a shack on the edge of this lake. I remember it so well. It was simple and crude. A set of bunks and an old wood stove, a table and chairs, and that was it.

There was water lapping not far away, and I remember wading out into it. There used to be fish, so many fish.  

The shack is long gone, due to vandals, and so is the water. What remains is salty shell grit.

In the distance I could see what could be water. But no, a mirage. Even the tree line reflects into the mirage, just as it would do on water. Weird. No wonder so many thirsty wanderers have been fooled on their quest for water. 

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BeB the sign painter

My place in time #51 - Someone outside your family/group of friends that you would miss if they were gone.

Millicent has it's own fantastically talented sign painter. His name is Ken. Ken Bebbington. 

As long as I can remember he has been adding his unique art works to the windows about town. I plucked up the courage and bailed Ken up outside the x-lotto shop earlier in the week, where he had just finished his latest work. He tells me he's been doing this for 30 years. That's a lot of Christmases! I cannot imagine a time without his special brand of talent adorning the windows of local businesses.

I explained the local history project I was doing and he kindly let me take his photo. I hope he didn't think I was too much of a weirdo. I had to talk myself into approaching him in the first place, but was glad I got over my fears and just did it.

I've often see him walking about town, going about his business, with a bag, and sometimes a ladder. He is a real talent and treasure to our town, and now when I pass him I can say "G'day Ken!".

When I was a teenager I had the bright idea of asking to be his apprentice ( I fancied myself of a bit of an artist). Well I never did ask him, and he is still doing what he does best and seems to be enjoying too!