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Winter 2012

Winter is nearly over.

Its been cold and wet.

Wet and cold.

6,000 HITS – A Reflection

As my blog stats approach 6,000 hits I feel the need to thank those people that pass this way in cyber space. Thanks to Cameron Stow who applied for an Asia Literate Grant that saw him and me meet Tom March at University of Ballarat in 2011, almost a year ago. Tom’s 2 day workshop appears as a tab on my site for all those do-it-yourselfers who want one of these blogs.

Thanks to all those people that leave comments on the design and layout of Hughes Education. So while I kickback outside an empty country pub I’m thinking of the words to an old song that relates to this reflection. Neil Young – Rust Never Sleeps

‘It’s better to burn out than to fade away.’

Spend enough time constructing one of these word press sites and you might experience both.

Peter July 2012

Photo (C) Peter F Hughes 2012 Royal Hotel, Sealake Victoria

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The Redgum Lives

The drought in Victoria is just a memory. Rain and more rain. Heavy, steady and drizzle. Walking along the Warrandyte riverbank last Saturday I spotted an old Red River Gum. I laid down and took this photo

(C) P F Hughes 2012 Yarra River

The Ballad of Harold Lasseter

This ballad was produced by a group of year 9/10 English students.

He was the man called Lasseter,

Who went looking for some gold,

A massive reef on Aussie soil,

But where we are not told.

Harold Lasseter was an ambitious old chap,

He was as crazy as they came,

A champion with a pick and map,

And a gold reef the object of his aim.

I guess you think you know this story,

You dont the next one’s much more gory,

The phoney one, the one you know,

Was cooked up years and years ago,

And made to sound all soft and sappy,

Just to keep the media happy.

Mind you they got the first bit right,

The bit where in the dead of night,

Harold Lasseter gear and all,

Departed for the outback ball.

A mob of blokes,

They called them ‘CAGE’,

Wanted to dispel the hoax,

And turn another page.

He spent his time by the Hull in a cave,

Where he sheltered from the rain,

But shortly he began to rave,

And was never seen again.

The his body was discovered,

Deep in an open cave,

There it was the tears were shed,

And there they built his grave.

Then along came Hiddens

Emerging on the scene,

Who used his expert knowledge,

To reveal the truth unseen.

Fruitless searches came to naught,

What good a reef of gold?

And when the life that he had sought,

He would for bread have sold.

Anonymous June 1012 for Major Les Hiddens (Bushtucker Man)