tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388670745439616452.post6834523478367845013..comments2008-10-03T12:14:24.098-04:00Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03295603055944507048noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388670745439616452.post-75759216036145009552008-10-03T12:14:00.000-04:002008-10-03T12:14:00.000-04:00

Dangar Island is about an hour by train from North Sydney on the Tangara (Aboriginal for 'lets get going', winding through eucalyptus bushland down to the sandstone river beds of the Hawksbury River. Dangar's a short ferry ride from the village of Brooklyn but my friend picks me up in her tinny and we hurl across the water like mad nymphs with the wind in our hair.<BR/>There are no cars on

Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833797309317340786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388670745439616452.post-63467939792685217702008-07-03T01:16:00.000-04:002008-07-03T01:16:00.000-04:00

Looks like my copy of Snugglepot and Cuddlepie bought in 1970 and still on the shelf together with Blinky Bill

Boggabri Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17443055475539589309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388670745439616452.post-79771563950226404312008-07-02T09:49:00.000-04:002008-07-02T09:49:00.000-04:00

You're gonna make me cry, Kate. I miss the bush - the heat, the smells, the river.<BR/>Sometimes I get homesick for what I remember from my youth. But then reality takes over and I do a "Yes, but....."<BR/>I would not be alive, I would be a very frustrated old man, probably quite poor, politically to the right of Ghengis Khan and VERY unfulfilled.<BR/>Guess we can't have it all, but we can recall

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