On the road again and this time to show you the seaside town of Warrnambool in Victoria, Australia. Many of you will have heard of the Great Ocean Road of the Apostles fame and this town is famous for being the start of it if you are travelling from South Australia.
Warrnambool has nice beaches and good wild walks. It is a pleasing town too and it is the site of Deakin University, my old school so I have a good feeling for it. But I am not going to take you into the town this trip. I want to show you the beaches where I have had a lot of beautiful walks when we lived in Australia.
It is another trip best done by car as although there are buses and there was once a train (may be again - I haven't lived in Australia for a while now...) but when I did, the public transport links were scarce and a car was needed to get you to the places worth seeing.
Anyway, this is going to be very much a story in pictures and I am going to let the sea speak to you and tell the story for itself....
I couldn't decide which one of these photos to leave out. They look the same but yet, not really...
The textures are wonderful, the soft limestone weathers quickly and the landscape can change just as fast. There was a limestone bridge one evening near here and the next morning it had fallen into the sea, altering the iconic view for ever. The old postcards should be worth more now!
This last photo is a rather poignant memory, it is the last glimpse of the sea at Warrnambool before I left it and Australia for good.
If you find yourself in Melbourne or over the border in South Australia, make sure that you include Warrnambool in the itinerary. There are two ways to get to melbourne from mount Gambier in South Australia actually, inland or coastal. Take the slightly longer but far cooler coastal route and see the Great Ocean Road but allow plenty of time to stop and photograph. The journey from the South Australian border to melbourne takes roughly five hours, allow much more if you choose the coastal route. Worth every second though.
Words and Pictures (C) Debbie von Grabler-Crozier 2014, 2009
Sunday, 11 May 2014
Sunday, 4 May 2014
Snow In Norfolk 2013
It seems a little odd to be thinking about snow just as the world is waking up to the first stirrings of summer. Perhaps it is because we didn't get a 'proper' winter here last year and we didn't see snow at all. Not even a flake and I feel cheated. I want my money back!
We had a very beautiful winter the year before. Late it's true but it snowed for a fair while and it stayed around. I took the camera out at various times of the day in our town and I came up with these...
I did play around with the shot above and it looks nice with the texture overlay. This is a very ordinary lane made magical with a blanket of white.
The shadows are starting to lengthen now and if I don't move quicker, I will run out of time. In the mean time, nature has some effects for me yet...
It is ice cold! The trees look warm in the late afternoon but trust me, that was ALL illusion!
This was the sun's last hurrah and asking any more would have been futile. Peaceful Norfolk, not a hint of wind and clear, clear air. This is one of the loveliest and most underrated places in the UK.
Words and pictures (C) Debbie von Grabler-Crozier 2013-14
We had a very beautiful winter the year before. Late it's true but it snowed for a fair while and it stayed around. I took the camera out at various times of the day in our town and I came up with these...
I did play around with the shot above and it looks nice with the texture overlay. This is a very ordinary lane made magical with a blanket of white.
The shadows are starting to lengthen now and if I don't move quicker, I will run out of time. In the mean time, nature has some effects for me yet...
It is ice cold! The trees look warm in the late afternoon but trust me, that was ALL illusion!
This was the sun's last hurrah and asking any more would have been futile. Peaceful Norfolk, not a hint of wind and clear, clear air. This is one of the loveliest and most underrated places in the UK.
Words and pictures (C) Debbie von Grabler-Crozier 2013-14
Thursday, 1 May 2014
Metro Manliness
It seems that
modern man has evolved a tad further in his own mind at least. He now wants to
wear makeup and have his nails done and have hair accessories and other things
like that. How about a sign on his crotch saying ‘kick here’.
I don’t want my
husband to be better groomed than I am. I am happy with my working class man.
He is a tradesman and he is brown from the sun – not so much now that we know
how dangerous it is but he still wouldn’t dream of going to a salon to have it
topped up.
And when I ask for
some shelves in the bathroom, he doesn’t demur on the grounds that it will ruin
his expensive manicure and chip the nail polish.
I read an article
in a women’s magazine a few weeks ago about a lady who is married to a
transvestite. She said that she didn’t mind (!) in fact she quite enjoyed the
girl’s nights in and experimenting with hair and make up together. Excuse me!?
If I have to choose between my lovable, manly and dead sexy Neanderthal and
Julian Clary’s camper brother, I say drag me away by the hair anytime Rob.
And before I am
decried for having a man with all brawn and no brains, let me just say this, he
has a degree and other tertiary qualifications – education doesn’t always come
into this.
My man likes to
have the odd beer and he perves like any other male who is still breathing.
What? Didn’t know about this one? And did you know that Santa isn’t real. Or
Easter Bunny. And how about the Tooth Fairy? At least with gay men, they are
gay. They like other men and that’s it. They may not always be up front about
it but when they are….!Wham!
Metro Men are
slinking around in the bushes. They say that they are heterosexual but
they do things that ten years ago they would have scoffed at. Or been duffed up
for. And probable become quite violent about. Take waxing for example. OK, if
your guy is a real gorilla and you can run your hands through the hairs on his
back. And you aren’t keen, by all means, wax away. But what is wrong with a bit
of hair in the right places. I mean, hairy strong arms with the sleeves, the
sleeves….the……can I have a glass of water please?
Hairy arms are lovely. And a
bit of chest hair is good too. The jury is out on shoulder hair but early
findings look as though it can come off with the back hair. I love a triangle
of hair on a male stomach. That looks great with the top button of tight Levis
undone……..sigh!
Male legs are
supposed to be a bit furry too. Another thing to live with. I understand that there are situations - road cycling professionals for example who take the hair off for safety reasons but I think that we both know that this is not what I am talking about.
I don’t even want
to talk about men getting the ‘other bits’ waxed so forget that I even
mentioned it.
Metro Man, by
definition, seems to exist mainly in the cities. He wouldn’t last very long anywhere
else either. There are some towns where I used to live in Australia they would be well advised to keep off the itinerary.
I really can’t see a man with a dinky headband and pink nail
polish lasting very long at some of our local pubs. But don’t get me wrong
here. Not many women (paying customers excepted), want a Cro-Magnon gorilla who
speaks in mono syllables and doesn't know where the kitchen is. I am all for equality and sharing of tasks too. But there is a middle
ground. We don’t want one who is so in
touch with his feminine side that he has started a monthly cycle either.
A real man can help out around the house, cook and can change a baby. He doesn't need to have makeup.
OK, I think that
it is best to lay down some basic rules of what the men in our lives may and
may not do.
1-Basic
cleanliness is essential. If he can’t remember when he last washed, then it
isn’t enough. Sweat may contain pheromones which we can’t resist but these have
a very short shelf life. They go off and so do we. Deodorant is good. Use it
occasionally and we will be happy.
And while deodorant and aftershave is fine, spending hours applying them and
having all of the other matching accessories in the range is not strictly
necessary.
2-Teeth. Clean
them at least twice a day. Floss too - your heart will thank you one day. Do not, however, spend hours closeted in the
bathroom trying to whiten them. If you have a tooth problem, see a dentist. Not
a beautician.
3-Mirrors. By all
means, glance at them from time to time. Hair combing is a good time to do it
or after dressing, just to check if the outfit works. However, for this latter
application, it is more reliable to ask the woman in your life. If you can’t
tell that an outfit looks dorky lying on the bed, nothing is going to change
once it is on your back. But start standing in front of the mirror so long that
it remembers your face and we will get upset. No man should take
longer than a woman to get ready. Standing in front of the looking glass is the
preserve of the female. Sorry.
4-Hair
Accessories. Unless you have long hair and work either around food or in an
industrial environment, you don’t need these. Hair bands look silly. Live with
it. If you do fall into the above category, just choose a work-a-day colour like black or grey. The accessory is supposed to be doing a job not enhancing your beauty.
5-Skin Products. I
am not talking prescription items here. You don’t need a lot of these either.
Wash your face. You might consider doing it in the shower or before shaving. If
you want moisturizer, do it now and then forget about it for the rest of the
day.
6-Nail Polish. You
do not need nail polish in any situation that I can think of. Except of course
if you want to go to a dress up party as someone who needs nail polish. In
everyday life, men don’t need it. Don’t believe me? Who told you that women
like it? Don’t trust that person ever again.
See? It’s really
easy. Don’t try to morph into a woman. Metro Man is
fashionable at the moment. If wearing a blue condom on your head was
fashionable, would you do it? No I’m not being silly at all. In the seventies,
flairs were in. Now the world is covered with a pall of smoke. Not from
bushfires but from men burning photos of themselves wearing flairs, body
shirts, platforms and any thing else that made them look like Bjorn from ABBA.
Or John Travolta. Onto the bonfires are
going wide collars and macramé vests too. And you tell me that I am
being silly!
I can’t wait until
it becomes fashionable for women to wear beards, blue singlets and extreme body
hair. We will expect you to be as understanding of our beer swilling
competitions and farting contests as you sit in the corner at parties. With the
children. Knitting.
© Debbie von Grabler – Crozier 2014.
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