Tuesday, 3 September 2013

August Savenger Hunt

Living in Melbourne in August is cold, wet and grey. It reminds me of my time living in London with the low skies and a permanent overcoat by the door.

It is my least favourite time of year and I have to dig deep to stay positive! The Scavenger Hunt this month has been a godsend as it has provided me with a purpose to put coat, scarf and hat on and venture out, much to the amusement of many friends who insist on hibernating!

I hope you enjoy my interpretation!

Much of Melbourne is brown in August,
including The Yarra River and these stark brown trees.

My son's 10th Birthday Angry Birds cake.
He wanted a cake he could actually knock down with a slingshot. Boys will be boys!!


New Windows in the background. Old in front.

Petrol Station

A gem of an old fashioned service station in Collingwood, Melbourne.
Stuck in a time warp (except for the prices!!)



Inside the conservatory at Fitzroy Gardens, Melbourne

A selection of our chopstick collection.

Trams are a Melbourne icon but it's hard to get a shot without cars.
This is a photo with famous Flinders Street Railway in the background.
Locals and visitors make about 180 million passenger trips every year.

The trophies my son's team received for
PLAYING the game of AFL (Australian Football League) this year.

My mother always told me that fairies lived in the garden.
Such a fantastical and magical idea.

The Fairies' Tree - Carved into the tree by Ola Cohn from 1931-1934
Located in Fitzroy Gardens
"I have carved in a tree in the Fitzroy Gardens for you, and the fairies, but mostly for the fairies and those who believe in them, for they will understand how necessary it is to have a fairy sanctuary - a place that is sacred and safe as a home should be to all living creatures."
The sharp point of a succulent at Fitzroy Gardens, Melbourne

Post Card

My Great Grandfather, George Knowles would have received this postcard from his wife and children about a month before his death on 12 October 1917 in Belgium. My grandmother was the smallest child.
It reads: "To My Dear George, We have just come over to see how you are getting on. I thought you would like to see us. I thought you could put this in your pocket better than a cabinet. I am putting this in Mothers' letter for you. Well goodnight and God bless you from your loving wife and children xxxxxxxxxxx
He would have received this postcard from his family about a month before his death on 12 October 1917 in Belgium