Morning visit

 We had the Taylors call in for an hour so of morning tea. They were deciding whether to visit the beach over at Collendina before or after coming to our side. The clouds did retreat for a bit so we went across the road ourselves for two hours of beach observation.  We have decided to write to the council to see if they will put up a sign about dog rules. Our beach has a dog on leash at all times designation but there are no signs to say that.  Dogs were running crazily, particularly three culprits, and when we get back Beryl is describing to us the same three dogs who were going after a puppy in our street.

RMIT revisited

Went for a ride to get the circulation going and ended up at RMIT. They are still squeezing more buildings into an ever decreasing space.  But at the same time there seems to be more green lawn around than I remember.  They have taken over Melbourne Gaol for one thing. We were at the gaol for a Christmas Party a few years back and there were no students lounging around so it must be a recent development. A previous expansion of RMIT into the gaol's space unearthed 13 bodies in unmarked graves originating from the gallows pole.  It was always a good story when we went into the building they put there.

Marquee for Gaol House Rock

More Grass

Greta Garbo in Queensberry St

I am continuing to tick off the old haunts, this time the old St Joe's College North Melbourne.  It doesn't look like a thing has been changed since the last change when we dug out the basement to put in a billiard table. That was 43 yar ago. I was chatting to one of the new teachers out the front. It seems the place is going to have a huge refurbishment in its new role as a school for wayward boys and girls. I think Manfred Mann and Greta Garbo would like this incarnation.



Queensberry Rules

Good Old Collywobble

Went for a ride to my first ever work place. It was 52 yar ago that I started working at Collingwood Football  ground handing out pennies to kids who would collect the soft drink bottles. I was 8 and most of them were older. They would try to steal the bottles again to get another penny so you had to have eyes in the back of your head. Half the ground is demolished eg the Outer but the main Grandstands are still there.  One of the food stalls is still there where I did the hot dogs. 

No Magpies here

No seats either

ToadRooms and MushStools

My front yard is looking like the site of a pixie's paradise or fairies fracas. Another one of those "Signs of Winter" that I don't like. Sounds like a book title. It could be worse like a blanket of white stuff blocking my door.  I did check out that other book  "Winds of Winter". I believe even the pre-orders have sold out the entire print run for the hard copy edition and its not published until next year!


Amanita Muscaria

Toady Pie

Mushy Gloop

 

                               

                                                  Two days later - with Cherub