A Wet Day in Paradise.....

It poured rain all day, torrential to be exact . Even the kangaroos hopped off to find relief in the national park.
As J and I drove home this afternoon visability out towards the island was minimal. It is supposed to be like this for the next few days. The clouds appeared so low over the bay that I felt like holding a hand up to touch them. I guess that when living in the city we do not realize how much we miss out on amid tall buildings and lots of lights.

Bodalla NSW 2010

A quick visit by J and myself found us in the little town of Bodalla, south of Jervis Bay. The name Bodalla is usuaqlly recognised as the name of a cheese, just have a look in any supermarket and one can find Bodalla cheese there. As you can imagine the township of Bodalla is preimarily a dairy town and is nestled in the hinterlands of the Tuross River Valley. We stumbled across Bodalla quite by accident whilst on route to Narooma and ended up spending a number of hours here exploring the area.

The original cheese makers came from England back in 1870 and since then many small cheese making factories have sprung up.We stopped to sample many of the cheeses and purchased a few to enjoy at home. I was fascinated by the All Saints Church which dated back to the early 1800s. The woodwork and glasswork is absolutely beautiful. Some years ago much of the masonary was restored and whilst pulling much of the damaged and aged stone away many little surprises were found such as old wares and tiles. You casn stand and follow the dedication stones to generation after generation of various families that lived in Bodalla and worshiped at the church.

There is a peace and serenity to be found in Bodalla. The countrysides are lush and green as a result of the rain and the pastures were shared by horses, cattle and sheep. After lunch J and I made our way home.

Early Morning Colours......

The world is a carousel of color,
Wonderful, wonderful color.
The world is a carousel of color,
History, comedy, fantasy,
There�s drama and mirth,
There�s old mother earth
With all of her secrets to see.












The world is a treasure-trove of faces,
Fabulous, faraway places.
The hopes and the fears,
The joys and the tears
Of people like you and like me.
The kingdoms of magic science,
The glorious story of art,
The world of romance,
Of music and dance,
This world where we each play a part.








The miracle of imagination,
The marvels of earth, sea and sky,
These wonders untold
Are ours to behold
In the funny world,
The sunny world,
The wonderful world of color.

How beautiful the early mornings can be here, I am often left in awe of Mother Nature's pallet of vibrant colours. I wonder how much we constantly miss by sleeping until noon. The words above are from a song I knew as aq child by Walt Disney called "A World of Colour".

New Beginnings......

I have just began work on a new site out at Jervis Bay. It is part of a navel base and a completely new experience for me as the base is totally different to any work environment that I have previously known.

Upon entry one drives down a winding road which passes through a golf course. The golf course is interwoven throughout beautiful gardens and many beautiful Australian antive trees. Dotted around are a few historic houses that the personnel live in as well as the college and adminstration areas which date back to 1911. However, all have been retained to blend in with the natural environment and are ever so serene to walk amongst. There is not just a beauty about Creswell but also a peace and tranquility about it. Initially when J first asked me to work here I imagined a gloomy atmosphere which reflected navel ideals and the military's way of life, instead there is a distinct calmness to be found. For example, one can think clearer there, the sounds of birds and the ocean come from all directions as Creswell is located out on a penninsula. There is a stillness about the grounds that is interupted occassionally by a wallaby or kangaroo making his/her way into the Boodewree National Park which surrounds the base. The gently sloping hills and lawns give such a feeling of harmony that one tends to forget the stresses of everyday life. It has taken a week for me to appreciate just why I feel so relaxed here indeed, I have spent a week away from most of my habits. there is no television here, no shops, no advertisements anywhere. It takes a while to slow down and then one realizes that your brain is at rest, free from the commands of noise, the consuming frenzy of stores, the business of time constraints and obligations to meet. Yes, over many decades Creswell has grown to embrace a quietude that the rest of the world can only envy. Few cars are driven here and those that are used on the roads travel throughout the grounds at no more that 25kms. My developed urges to hurry, hurry, hurry have become not so rushed or panicked to hurry onto the next task. It has been almost a soulful experience.

What was that word???? Ahhhhhhhhh yes...."just beathe".