Update on my wool scraps

This is using some of the small remnants of wool in my stash.  The wool I have used to join the hexagons together comes from a jumper I no longer wore so I frogged that.  I think I will just leave the rug this shape as I have no idea how to make it a rectangle.

Things you don’t see when traveling by car

This memorial stone is in the main street of Bairnsdale, I guess on what you would call the median strip, although the strip is very wide and has beautiful garden beds all along the main street. There are several memorials at different spots along the main street.

I viewed it from close range as I had stopped on my bike ride to have a coffee from the drive in coffee shop and took my coffee over to the median strip where there was a park bench.

The memorial was erected for the centenary of the founding of Bairnsdale.  If you click on the photo you will be able to read the plaques.

I was intrigued by the one commemorating the birth of the first colonist’s child.  I searched on the internet for more information and found that the caption in the state library says “the first white child” whereas the plaque has the more politically correct caption of “first colonist child”

I also found a photo of the commemoration ceremony.

 

Four for a bike ride. Yipee!

Our first bike ride since the pandemic restrictions started. We had a terrific ride from Bumberrah to Bruthen and back.  As you can see we finished with a picnic.

I have really missed being able to ride with my friends and it was delightful to be able to ride with them again.

Trouble at mill. . . . .

This is in our driveway.

We are not sure what has caused it but we thought it might have something to do with some plumbing repairs we had done last year.

We thought it could be that or it was underground drainage.  Strange that it is the first time this has happened in the twelve years we have lived here.

We have had the visit from the plumber and because there is no tick over on the water meter that rules out a plumbing leak so it must be ground water.  We will need to do some digging to find the source of the problem.

This is how it looks since last night’s rain. The ground is soft for a depth of about 85 cms.

The things you see on the bike trail. . .

Recently on my bike ride on the East Gippsland Rail Trail I spied a rider in front of me who seemed to be taking his hands off the handlebars rather too frequently.  I was surprised to discover, when I got closer, that the person’s bike had no handlebars at all, he was riding a unicycle.

As I passed him by I called out “Wow! I am impressed,” and then continued on my ride.  I took a side trip off the rail trail to add a few more ks to my ride and then returned to the trail.The side trip I thought would take me down to the water but unfortunately the road became private at the point of the Lake House B&B.

As I was nearing the finish of my ride I came across the unicyclist again and after passing him I stopped and he stopped as well.  We had quite a long chat and I found out the story behind his unusual way of riding the trail.  He was a young boy, in Grade 5 at school, originally from Mornington Peninsula and had moved to Bairnsdale in November.  He had seen the unicycle advertised in Aldi and asked his parents if he could have one for Christmas.  He had since then taught himself to ride and on this day he was riding from Bairnsdale to Bruthen and back, 66km in total. That is quite some distance on one wheel.

We chatted about riding and how his parents might be worried about him riding by himself, just as my son had been worried about me riding by myself, but he said he contacted them at various points on his ride and he said his parents had means of tracking him through his phone.  I guess with an app something like my Road IDI have written about the app previously.

I asked him if I could have permission to take a photo for my blog without including his face and letting him look at the photo after taking it and he agreed.

Here is the delightful young boy.  He certainly made my day a happy one.