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- From: Peter.Macinnis@p0.f508.n711.z3.fidonet.org (Peter Macinnis)
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- Subject: Australian Christmas 2/2
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- Date: Sun, 20 Dec 92 14:00:00 PDT
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- the bottom, picking up all the sunken material.
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- It has been raining a lot here, something that Australia has had a lot
- of: I noticed James Bannan commenting on the rain in Victoria, and
- there have been floods in South Australia, in some of the best wine-
- growing areas. "We always have unseasonable weather in summer", say
- the cynics, tongue in cheek. The rain has brought frogs around from
- the nearby creeks, and so I check the pool at night to save them from
- drowning. That has almost become a Christmas custom . . .
-
- We have Santa Claus here: just as we were leaving "nippers", Duncan
- said "Oh, that's right. There was a Santa person coming at eleven to
- hand out lolly bags." "Do you want to go back," I asked. "No, they'll
- probably get salt all over them when the Santa comes in, in the surf
- boat."
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- It should be understood that the Santa in question is not the real one
- at all, but the fattest adult member of the surf club, in swimmers and
- Santa suit, smuggled out in a four-oared rowing boat, who gets robed
- out beyond the breakers, and then comes ho-hoing in, standing in the
- bows and waving as the boat rides the waves to shore. These surf boats
- are long, slim and light, rowed by four rowers and controlled by the
- "sweep" who steers the boat, and keeps the stern to the boiling
- breaking waves.
-
- Well, that is Christmas in urban, coastal Australia. Inland, we have
- had good rain, but within a few weeks, it will be dry again, the red
- dust will swirl, and the grass will be brown once more. To outsiders,
- it will seem desolate, bare and forbidding, to us it will be like home.
-
- With luck, the sparrows will not get in under my eaves too much, for
- they go there to eat the spiders. I have fifteen species there, most
- of the time, and what with the wasps eating them and the sparrows
- plundering them, the spiders are having a hard time. I resent these
- feral foreign birds, which displace our native birds, as well as
- munching on my spiders.
-
- Out on the plains the brolgas are dancing, says another of the carols.
- These are magnificent birds, and I have only once seen them dancing.
- We will leave for the bush, two days after Christmas, and spend three
- or four days in the wilderness, where the Devonian metamorphics meet
- the basement of the Permian sedimentary rocks, where a single hand can
- span a gap of 100 million years in geological history. My oldest son
- Angus and I are talking about collaborating on a book, so we will take
- pencil and paper, we will all take our new books (maybe with less of a
- Scots and Jacobite flavour to them than the books of my youth) to read,
- and a couple of spare fly sheets to shelter from the sun under, during
- the day.
-
- We will explore, too, and maybe find a good cave in the area: the
- prospects look good. These "caves" are generally just rock overhangs,
- but they are good for camping in, during really wet weather. Some
- years ago, my three children and I were rained into a cave for 36
- hours: when the mist lifted, we could wave at the people in the cave
- over the valley, and we could make our way around the cliff line to
- visit the university students in the next cave, or the adults in the
- other direction, or they would come and visit us. For a wilderness
- area, it can get quite convivial!
-
- We will see no brolgas, but we will see many other birds, kangaroos
- will crop the grass around the tents at night, and wombats will waddle
- and crump noisily through the camp site in the middle of the night.
- There will be too many invertebrates to count.
-
- We will probably bump into any number of other like-minded families and
- groups on the single-file foot track. We will stop, each file to their
- left side of the track, share a few words, discuss wood and water
- supplies, and what is living where, who has the latest weather
- forecast, and then move on.
-
- That is an Australian Christmas, in my view. Who needs snow or jingle
- bells when you can soak in a river at piccaninny daylight, hoping
- against hope for a brief sighting of a shy platypus?
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- The north wind is tossing the leaves,
- The red dust is over the town;
- The sparrows are under the eaves,
- And the grass in the paddock is brown,
- As we lift up our voices and sing
- To the Christ child, the heavenly King.
-
- A merry, joyous and peaceful Christmas to you all, wherever you are:
- talk to you again in the New Year.
-
- peter
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