The men in white while works were happening below are taking refreshment before the start of their night shift.
Can't remember where. The words say, The Practice of Beading, and then, Fortunes. Makes sense, no?
How could no one notice the trees on our podium level were dying because the watering system had failed. Trees look sick before they die. The whole area has been redone and is looking good.
Dilapidated in Chapel Street.
A gathering in the Altona Village park. Was it the advertised Easter Festival?
I've looked long and hard several times and I can't find any mistake. Wow, I just did. It is just like I write at times. Can you?
Dilapidated in Geelong.
Not dilapidated where I had my skin cancer surgery.
With a nice garden.
I can't remember the first name of the Lady Clarke who attended an antique auction where we were also, along with her husband the late Sir Rupert. Is it feasible that this woman could be Sir Rupert's mother? I forget what the display was about now but I think it was in Flinders Lane. I have checked, yes, Sir Rupert's mother and she and her husband built Cliveden, a huge 28 bedroom mansion in East Melbourne, demolished to build an exceptionally ugly high rise brown brick Hilton Hotel, now a Pullman Hotel.
Now if you go back to the two photos above, where I had my surgery is known as Epworth Cliveden, once called the Cliveden Hill Private Hospital. There is no connection at all between the hospital and the demolished mansion.
Curious that 'the' looks like an afterthought, squashed in up the top. Queen Victoria Gardens.
"Every Saturday morning we would sit on the bench by the railway track & eat our sausage sizzle. We spent the morning waving at passengers on train." Plaque at one of the stations in a very expensive area along the Sandringham train line.
No idea where The Jam House is. Maybe mistakenly left over from England photos?
Thinking about installing these in our bathrooms, but now the weather is warming, they are on the back burner.
Why did I save this photo? I think because it looks like an old fire station with an opening too small for large modern fire trucks.
A professional truck driver decided to drive along the St Kilda Road tram tracks. No man, that is for trams only.