Daisy Hill Forest, Qld, Australia

Friday, February 16, 2018


I have been walking in the Daisy Hill Forest (Its real name is Daisy Hill Conservation Park) since about 1972 and I never get sick of doing that. I love looking for new things to photograph everyday.
 One of the creeks. It is just a waterhole now because we haven't had much rain.

 This is a Curlew protecting its chick from me. Look hard you can see two little legs coming down from the parent's wing.

 Spooky spider

 My walking buddies in the sun rays

Another waterhole sometimes called Billabongs.

Sometimes we do an afternoon walk. That is our village through the trees.

Monday, February 12, 2018


Continuing My Story:

In December 1974, we had been in our new house for 6 months and Sonya, baby number 2, was born. Carol was two and a half and old enough to really enjoy Christmas. Naturally it gave us much joy to watch her.
Bill made Carol a dolls house, she was happy with that.

 Introduction to music making. She enjoyed trains (no gender bias)

 She was wearing a pretty dress which her grandma had made by hand. She also had a lovely Swiss dress sent by her Grossmuti.

 She enjoyed the little pool she got for Christmas.

Then we had a little concert.

Thursday, February 8, 2018


As most people know I walk in the forest most mornings. I walk with a small group of women. One of these ladies was Hedie, who passed away last month from two severe strokes. She was an amazing lady. She was originally from Iceland. She lost her husband only a few years ago. She recently visited Iceland and her twin sister and other relatives for the first time in many, many years. She lived in her house on her own and did many renovations by herself. She was a fit lady. She went to the gym for years and had done thousands of workouts. She has a daughter in NZ and a son in Brisbane.

We miss her every morning when we set off for our walk.

This was last winter, Hedie is the lady at the back of the group.

Her daughter sent us some photos from when Hedie visited her in NZ not long ago.
She was in her late seventies but you wouldn't think so she was so fit.

RIP Hedie. It was a pleasure knowing you. You were an inspiration to me, showing me how it is possible to keep going, keep walking and keep travelling. The stroke was unfair to you.
The ladies from her gym had a morning tea and raised money for the stroke foundation.

Saturday, February 3, 2018


My Story continued

In September 1974 our cute little Sonya was born. My mother and Aunt flew from Sydney to help juggle a new born and a toddler. It was most appreciated.

Carol-Ann the big sister at two years and three months.

 I remember it was a very hot summer. Sonya at three months loved watching Carol play.

Sisterly love. The bonding has lasted 44 years so far.
Sonya on the left and Carol on the right.

Saturday, January 27, 2018


It was on 26 Jan 1788 that the english Captain Arthur Phillip, arrived in Port Jackson (Sydney Harbour) with the First Fleet of convicts and marines to start a new colony. Arthur Phillip erected the British Union Flag  and became the first governor of New South Wales. We celebrate Australia Day every year on 26 Jan. It is our birthday. However, some aboriginal members of our society are not happy celebrating on this day. They call it the day of mourning because it is the day they lost their land. They would like to change the date or abolish it altogether. Some of them protest march on the day. Others are happy to keep the day and celebrate all different people living together in our wonderful country.

We celebrated in our village with a few typical Australian activities. We had a barbecue, a thong (flip flop) throwing competition, an Australian song sing-a-long and lamingtons to eat. (Chocolate coated pieces of sponge rolled in coconut.)

Australian Song sing-a-long with the village singers and musos.
In Australia we call these thongs not to be confused with string, backed undies.
Thong throwing competition. We had to get the thong into a bucket.

Aussie comfort food, lamingtons.

We were asked to dress up in Aussie gear for the day. Bill found some friends with the same kind of weird glasses.

After the fun and games some stayed behind for more singing together fun.

That evening we were invited to go to our friends appartment in town for dinner and to watch the fireworks. 
Kathy and Rob  have a great view from their balcony.

We walked to the cliffs at Kangaroo Point to watch the fireworks at South Bank.

Part of Brisbane from the cliffs at Kangaroo Point.
We had a fun filled Australia Day and a hot one. 

Wednesday, January 17, 2018


A pair of Bush Stone-curlews have made the village gardens their home and they have raised a chick. I have been trying to photograph the chick for days but it is difficult because the parents protect it very well. These birds are hard to see because their colour blends in with the leaf litter where they spend their time during the day. They are nocturnal birds and they have a high pitched wailing screech at night.
 Here they are hiding the chick and it can't be seen. 

 The next day I was lucky to capture the chick with a zoom lens. Unfortunately walking away from me .

 Another evening one walked right up to our front door.

We had to shoo it away.

They stand very still during the day.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018


Oh dear! I am late with this post. Chores keep getting in the way of blogging. Anyway "Gattina" asked to see some big photos of our Christmas so that spurred me into action. Even then I had a visitor interrupt.

We were so lucky to have all of our family come to stay with us for the five days up to Christmas Day. Sonya, Bernie, Fox and Banjo from Melbourne and Carol and David from Sydney.

We celebrate on Christmas Eve because that is how it is in Switzerland. It suits our children because they can then go to their other families on Christmas day. So David, Bernie and Bill cooked us a beautiful lunch which included fish, prawns, crayfish (bugs), ham and salads, Christmas cake and custard. 

 After lunch David put on the Santa hat and gave out the presents from under the tree that were from family members to each other. Fox is patiently waiting for his name to be called out.

 The boys enjoyed opening their presents.

 They gave their parents hugs to say thanks for their gifts.

 Grandma got to hug and

Granddad too. We don't see our grandsons very often in the flesh but thanks to technology we get to see them often but its not as good as a real hug.

The next morning the boys found that Santa had left a sack of presents under the fake bamboo tree.

 Fox was impressed with his Minecraft book and toys.

This all happened at 6:00 am by 8:00 am we were in the car on the way to the airport for them to fly back to Melbourne to have Christmas Dinner with Bernie's family. David and Carol left at 7:00am to drive across Brisbane to have Christmas Breakfast with David's family and later Dinner too. We enjoyed the quiet house and left overs for lunch before the clean up and washing started. I miss my hugs already.