Summer Shade house:

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25mm Saddles with screws, self tappers 10Gx25mm

This week has seen the construction of our shade house. Chris has planned it all, and slowly, slowly it is emerging. We bought the poly-pipe when the watering system was installed, some months ago.

Large 50mm irrigation pipe was cut and loops were formed by putting them onto star pickets. White 25mm PVC water pipes have been added to made the whole thing more stable. (ends have been capped.) These details are added for any of you who are thinking of constructing one for yourselves. Forecasts for our Australian summer are for hot and dry weather. We’ll get the shade cloth over this construction, after I get the whole area planted and sorted. One end will be just for the raspberries, the other end for asparagus, and the centre area for other vegetables.

A taste of Melbourne: the old and the new.

Continuing yesterday’s tour, just some of the many photos I took. I apologise that I don’t know how to place the photos on the page to my satisfaction. I hope you enjoy having a glimpse of our verdant city with its multiformity. The Plane trees have been injected this year with something to prevent  the pollens in the air creating havoc with hay-fever; which works a treat.

An olive tree planted in 1875 brought from Jerusalem

An olive tree planted in 1875 brought from Jerusalem

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homeless sleeping quarters

homeless sleeping quarters

 

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1856/57 Number 56 Bourke Street was rented by Eugene Von Guerad, an artist who dominated Australian landscape painting during the late C19th.

1856/57 Number 56 Bourke Street was rented by Eugene Von Guerad, an artist who dominated Australian landscape painting during the late C19th.

Von Guerad was appointed as the first Master of Painting at the National School of Art, Melbourne, and curator of the National Gallery.

Von Guerad was appointed as the first Master of Painting at the National School of Art, Melbourne, and curator of the National Gallery.

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Fran, Alice and Mea having lunch at the European after out tour

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Flinders Street Station

Flinders Street Station

Meander Melbourne Walking Tours: Pollies, Dollies and other colourful characters.

meandermelbourne.com.au bag presented to us at the beginning of the tour, with water and information booklet.

meandermelbourne.com.au bag presented to us at the beginning of the tour, with water and information booklet.

 

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I had an early start this morning to get to the train by 8am so that I could meet up with this tour in the city. Having lived outside the city boundary since I came to Victoria, I have much to learn about the city of Melbourne. A school friend, Alice, supporting a neighbour who is starting up a tour business, invited me to join her. Her cousin, Fran, whom I hadn’t seen since childhood, was also there, an added bonus.

We were Mea’s first group, and being such a small number meant it was informal, informative and fun. Booking can be made on 0406 59 33 88, or on http://www.meandermelbourne.com.au

 

So here I begin with some photos of the hidden

Our guide, Mea, bi-linguist, (Dutch and English) dressed in C19th costume.

Our guide, Mea, bi-linguist, (Dutch and English) dressed in C19th costume.

architectural treasures and a taste of her entertaining stories. We began at the Princess Theatre on Spring Street. I shall copy out a handout, reproduced with the kind permission of the Princess Theatre staff about their ghost:

Foyer of Princess Theatre

Foyer of Princess Theatre

Federici’s Ghost

“Melbourne’s Princess Theatre has it’s own ghost. Or so nearly thirty well-authenticated sightings would have you believe.

The story began on 3rd March 1888, the opening night of Williamson Garner and Musgrove Opera Company’s production of Gounod’s Faust. The theatre was then known as the New Princess Theatre. Fredrick Baker, an English baritone who found it expedient to go under the Italian sounding stage name of Francesco Federici, played Mephistopheles. Baker who came to Australia under contract to George Musgrove, was a singer of standing, having created some of the Gilbert and Sullivan roles in the D’Oyly Carte Opera Company in England the America.

As the opera ended, the approving audience saw Mephistopheles throw his scarlet cape around Faust, whereupon the pair disappeared into sulphurous smoke and fumes to descend via the stage trapdoor to the nether region.

As the trapdoor disappeared from sight, the audience saw Federici raise his arm feebly before his eyes, but they put that down to exhaustion from the very fine performance he had just given. But Federici had succumbed to the heart disease that had been troubling him for nine years. As the trap reached the cellar floor he collapsed. He died in the theatre’s green room soon after.

The legend of Federici’s ghost started that very night. Some of the cast claimed Federici was there with them to take his curtain call on that and succeeding nights. Stagehands and players began to tell of strange presences brushing past them in empty corridors and backstage, and of unaccountable lights.

But there were even more sightings. George Musgrove himself once took exception to a lone figure in evening dress that he had seen at rehearsal, despite all his instructions that nobody was to be admitted. By the time Musgrove had completed his complaining, the figure had gone!

Subsequent sightings were usually made by firemen left to patrol the empty, half-lit theatre after the crowds had gone. In 1917 one of them even called out to the wardrobe mistress who was working late, to share the experience of a sighting with him. They both claimed to have seen a figure sitting quietly in the second or third row of the dress circle, about the centre of the row. Most of the firemen took their experiences calmly enough, as if it were only to be expected on the Princess Theatre job. But when one summers night the great dome of the theatre was left open because of the heat, the one fireman saw a figure in full evening dress standing in a shaft of moonlight on the stage. When he failed to send his hourly ‘all’s well’ signal to Eastern Hill Fire Station, the brigade rushed to the theatre. They found the fireman huddled in a corner petrified with fright.

Even to this day, each production that plays at the Princess, at least one member of the company has an encounter with Federici. It is never a frightening experience though; we say it brings the production ‘Good Luck.’”

Princess Theatre Foyer

Princess Theatre Foyer

This story provoked much discussion over lunch, at the end of the tour. Now I shall just add some photos from the tour, not divulging more stories about the prostitutes who had very colourful stories, hopefully to entice to you take the tour!IMG_0685 IMG_0691

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The old and the new

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Gordon House originally built to house actors and other theatre workers and their families by George Coppin. Original concept didn't work out and became lodgings for single men for most of the C20th. Now a hotel.

Gordon House originally built to house actors and other theatre workers and their families by George Coppin. Original concept didn’t work out and became lodgings for single men for most of the C20th. Now a hotel.

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Set Me Free

bkpyett:

pink-bird-cageBrenda Ann writes some wonderful posts and this one is pertinent to all of us and I’m sure you’ll enjoy her very sensible advice.

http://pastlifetourist.com/2014/10/27/set-me-free/

Originally posted on pieces of me:

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“You wander from room to room hunting for the diamond necklace that is already around your neck.”   Rumi

My niece, Tree Bunny (not her real name. My brother is not a hippy) has recently begun the minimalist 21 day experiment.   In the challenge a person packs up everything they own and sticks it in a room.  Then items are removed from that room only as needed.  Day one you may want to go get your toothbrush, and some clean underwear.  Perhaps a dish, some cutlery and a pot the next morning when you want to have oatmeal for breakfast.  And slowly you replace only the things you truly need and use into your daily life.

I have to admit that this paring life down to stark nothingness strangely appeals to me.

Tree Bunny is mostly through the challenge.  She has exactly one plate, one bowl, one fork, spoon and knife…

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One colour:

Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of colour, where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which colour) would that be?

Ben Huberman

 

If I was to have just one thing in colour, I think it would have to be a tree. Food looks much more enticing in colour, so my choice would be, not an object as such, but a tree.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/local-color/
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