Gino & Robert start to place the concrete for a crossover that will allow us to park in front of the house freeing up the garage for storage and workshop

Here is a busy day for Frei. Lots of playground activities then a quick afternoon nap.

It was hard work celebrating Aria's 3rd Birthday

What if we add a friend called Anabell into the equation?....what then ....simple answer More Fun!

The sheer joy of bouncing on a tramp for the first time can not be put into words, only the facial expression can do that. Click on the image to see those teeth.

A recent trip to Canberra's Weston Park allowed Freiya to chase some local wildlife and she did. Freiya chased them back into the bush from whence they came. I suppose they didn't want to hear stories about her Teddies or Donald Duck, Bilby or Raccoonie.... they had their own stories from the bush

Tree Lopping with new ladder after many years

Here is the Primary School it was pretty grim if you were to get any punishment for what ever reason. The bamboo handle of a feather duster can make your palms sing.
I found that in those days they used a lot of lime in the mortar that was between the bricks thus making the cement very weak. This started a craze during recess and lunchtimes where if you found a small stick and pulled it along the join of mortar between the bricks it would release the brick from its comrades and thus be extracted.
This made an excellent hidey hole for a secret stash of lollies or the teachers chalk.

Below is the "Infants School" as it was called then where I learnt to play with plasticine, cut paper, and eat a white glue called Clag. I guess that was the closest one could get to "junk food" in those days. Funny when you go back to these places they look so small where then they were so huge and Official. Distances also seemed to go forever if you walk them now it seems like 10 steps. Obviously this is must be the legacy of mind expanding drugs.

This is the famous street (in my mind anyway) where I grew up. It was called Ross Road and was mainly populated by migrants after the Second World War, Ukrainians Latvians Maltese Italians all living next to each other. Of course the road wasn't paved like you see here. Then it was red clay and no concrete gutters thus making it ideal to build knee high dams with broken bottle-neck spillways that monitored the level of water in the dam.
Hardly any cause for alarm as the fate of the dam was dependant on the ready cash available and the size and quantity of the "penny bangers" that would be strategically placed in the dam's wall later to be exploded preferably as a car drove past at the same time.

This is the house my father built in Queanbeyan around 195o and is also where I grew up. The house has been "tarted" up by the current owner to look "Federation" style in its colour scheme and he has added a huge panel which is a shield for the carport in front of the house. It seems weird to me now but in those days when I used to live there the house was on a double block with mainly fruit trees and a garage with carpentry workshop attached to it. They must have sold this block as there is another house now standing there instead. When the house was built the original colour of the weatherboards was bight yellow. I think that swish of the brush is what turned me into a hippie later in life.