Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Kingston Beer Festival
What an amazing event. It was incredible, just like having your own pub for the day. Ben was in his element as the publican, dishing out the beer and talking about the tastiness. We had quite a few folks, from the village as well as surrounding areas. Around 50 or so. We had folks next door lend out lovely white outdoor settles for people to gather around and even a proper bar. I have a few pics which Ben took and we do have a film. I will post the film still but will replace in when we have more disc space as it jumps a bit and skips bits because it didn't copy of the camera so well.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Update on the move and movements alike
Well after much investigations, first Norway, then Greece. We have finally got a side trip to Amsterdam. It was quite tricky as the visa's are going to be cancelled and then there were release date deadlines etc etc, you know how this stuff goes. Anyway we are out of here from the 18 August and with any luck we will know by the end of today, it should be on board the magnificent A380. I know you could argue, a plane is a plane but I like this one, I really do. We should be back in Oz on around the 20th though alas not much catching up or socialising can be done as Ben has to get back to work on the 24th so we will be heading to Bathurst soon after. We have much settling up to do. But we will definitely be heading back into town the following month to see folk and for birthday time events.
Wish us luck :P
Wish us luck :P
Bathurst 1000, bring it on!
check the gears, mmm
And we are racing...
Oooo did I win, did I, did I, hu, hu hu
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
A Taste of Narrabri
Many of you have heard the odd tale or two of life and adventures in Narrabri. I was sorting through all our things in prep for the move and came to the photo albums and thought I might put a few up as it is always nice to have illustrations to go with the story.
This is the cantankerous goat in my stories of trying to get out of the pool, the same goat that jumped on cars too :P 
This is a pic of my sister Jane and I have fun in the mud in what was effectively our drive way. It was referred to as the bog hole.
My dad at the Easter parade, he won a prize for his float a tone of bull , with mr turnbull as the inspector. my dad is a plumber and had a toilet on the back. very funny, had to be there.
This is me under our house with my dog tracey
The next one is my good self helping dad measure for my cubbyhouse, it even had french doors.
Here are two of my brothers washing in the rain after the breaking of a seven year drought
Another of my dad's contructions. This one is to win the river race, it ended up its career sinking in our oversized concret pool.
The boys winning with our three seater bike. This thing may have been hard to work but it was cool. The three seats were in a straight line as the front of a car with two wheels at the back and one at the front. the two on the outside got to peddle and the joker in the middle gets to steer. It is heaps of fun but don't try it going down hill
Dad, looking suave for the seventies
This is the cantankerous goat in my stories of trying to get out of the pool, the same goat that jumped on cars too :P 
This is a pic of my sister Jane and I have fun in the mud in what was effectively our drive way. It was referred to as the bog hole.
My dad at the Easter parade, he won a prize for his float a tone of bull , with mr turnbull as the inspector. my dad is a plumber and had a toilet on the back. very funny, had to be there. 
This is me under our house with my dog tracey
The next one is my good self helping dad measure for my cubbyhouse, it even had french doors.
Here are two of my brothers washing in the rain after the breaking of a seven year drought
Another of my dad's contructions. This one is to win the river race, it ended up its career sinking in our oversized concret pool.
The boys winning with our three seater bike. This thing may have been hard to work but it was cool. The three seats were in a straight line as the front of a car with two wheels at the back and one at the front. the two on the outside got to peddle and the joker in the middle gets to steer. It is heaps of fun but don't try it going down hill
Dad, looking suave for the seventies
(A little late though hearty felt) Happy Birthday Kim
big sister, beautiful inside and out. hope you had a great day, love e, b, t and m
Monday, June 08, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
We are shipping out
Indeed with are, we are heading home at the end of August. We hope to fit in a few more locations before we go but our main goal with be to get back and settle in Bathurst. It has been the most amazing adventure and we will certain miss everybody we have come to love here. We will still keep the blog going for those not in Bathurst, obviously but we will be remarkable more boring from now on. Though I am sure some will be thinking that, that happened when we had kids and stop jetting everywhere. From our three years here we have gained many countries in our passport, France, Belgium, Germany, Ireland and Scotland though we had been there before. Italy, have not seen nearly enough of that famous place. Singapore though Ben doesn't count that as it would have been easy from Australia.
We have loved growing our own food, singing carols in the freezing dark around our gorgeous village. Getting to know the neighbours has been an amazing and wonderful thing. We have celebrated with the folks here, done easter egg hunts, we have had harvest festivals, the fetes have been excellent. We have loved having the horses near by, walking to the duck pond to feed them. Collecting berries and other fruits for making jam or just yumming up on our way around the place. We will miss the great friends we have made here but we hope to keep in the coming years as with any luck we will be able to visit once a year. Kingston has truely been our home as we have gardened and weathered through three years. We won't miss all the colds or the dark winters, though I loved the cold and the dramatic changes in the seasons. Watching the dead world come alive again after months of dark. It is like an explosion of leaves and blossoms as the plants reclaim the landscape about us. The animals return and mud shrinks back into beds of bulbs in a riot of colour and smell. Summer sees all the light starved folk out frying in the sun, red English on each patch of lawn, be dammed those cancer spots. The land comes alive with festivals, fetes and drama as shakespeare clad folk walk amongst the market hailing us to their performace. The sun is eternal in these full and powerful months of summer. Yet autumn and winter is not without its romance and charm as the leaves go from blinding greens to the blaze of firely tones and then of course all fall in a heap upon the ground. It is a time to gather all the goodies that the summer has given, the fruits are brought in and saved. New wellies are walked in for the mud will return. Singing comes back as the students return to the ancient halls of learning. The cow is fattened for the feasts ahead and thanks is give in firelight for all the good bounty gotten. Christmas comes with cold frost and the excitment is heighted as the red robins drop by and stocks and lights appear at windows. The fairy tale ends with a lovely hot feast of turkey and pudding, carols and presents and warm spiced wine. mmmm
I think I would just give up January and February and keep all the rest. It has been groovy. Of course Ben will do his own less sappy sign off. Here are a few pics of us here and around the village.
We have loved growing our own food, singing carols in the freezing dark around our gorgeous village. Getting to know the neighbours has been an amazing and wonderful thing. We have celebrated with the folks here, done easter egg hunts, we have had harvest festivals, the fetes have been excellent. We have loved having the horses near by, walking to the duck pond to feed them. Collecting berries and other fruits for making jam or just yumming up on our way around the place. We will miss the great friends we have made here but we hope to keep in the coming years as with any luck we will be able to visit once a year. Kingston has truely been our home as we have gardened and weathered through three years. We won't miss all the colds or the dark winters, though I loved the cold and the dramatic changes in the seasons. Watching the dead world come alive again after months of dark. It is like an explosion of leaves and blossoms as the plants reclaim the landscape about us. The animals return and mud shrinks back into beds of bulbs in a riot of colour and smell. Summer sees all the light starved folk out frying in the sun, red English on each patch of lawn, be dammed those cancer spots. The land comes alive with festivals, fetes and drama as shakespeare clad folk walk amongst the market hailing us to their performace. The sun is eternal in these full and powerful months of summer. Yet autumn and winter is not without its romance and charm as the leaves go from blinding greens to the blaze of firely tones and then of course all fall in a heap upon the ground. It is a time to gather all the goodies that the summer has given, the fruits are brought in and saved. New wellies are walked in for the mud will return. Singing comes back as the students return to the ancient halls of learning. The cow is fattened for the feasts ahead and thanks is give in firelight for all the good bounty gotten. Christmas comes with cold frost and the excitment is heighted as the red robins drop by and stocks and lights appear at windows. The fairy tale ends with a lovely hot feast of turkey and pudding, carols and presents and warm spiced wine. mmmm
I think I would just give up January and February and keep all the rest. It has been groovy. Of course Ben will do his own less sappy sign off. Here are a few pics of us here and around the village.
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