Chris Woodland is the son of Chris Woodland, a Timber Inspector for the NSW Government Railways stationed at Taree during the 1940s. Please note as the author had the same name as his father, he was known by his second name, David, until later in life.All photos were taken on Blore’s dairy farm on the Cundle Plains. The Priors were share-farming on the Blore’s 50 acre dairy farm.
Only my parents would have a greater influence on my early, and possibly later life than Guy Prior. This was not because of the fact that he was one of our family’s closest male friends. Continue reading “Guy Prior – A Young Boy’s Hero”
Boars Head has been a name used for a feature in Katoomba at least since 1882 and was described in the Katoomba and Leura Illustrated Guide of 1940 as “The perfect presentation of the head of a great boar, the beetling snout, the slavering jaws, the curved tusks”.
From Cahill’s Lookout on a misty morning
Today, Cahills Lookout and the Narrowneck fire trail are increasingly visited areas of Katoomba and a meet and greet ranger from National Parks & Wildlife Service has given information to visitors to the fire trail on certain days.Very few prominent features in the Blue Mountains can be easily photographed against such a variety of completely natural backgrounds – all the more so since the State Government purchase of Ngula Bulgarabang has apparently ruled out development on that outstanding plateau which provides a forest backdrop across Nellies Glen from the Boars Head.
From Cahills Lookout at sunset
From Glenraphael Drive with Peckmans Plateau and Ngula Bulgarabang Regional Park in background
The vicinity is worth revisiting to appreciate the changes in the Boars Head appearance according to the weather and the time of day.
Eleanor Dark, Eric Dark, Osmar White and Eric Lowe on the Boar’s Head Rock 1931 – first ascent of the rock by rope. Provenance: Photo by James (Jim) Starkey, copy donated by his daughter Jane Chadwick and son Ian: the Starkey Collection, Blue Mountains City Library – Local Studies
Step out of your Time Machine in downtown London in the 1780’s and it’s the smell that bowls you over! Worse, where the poorest people live, whole families are squeezed into a single room because it’s all they can afford. Continue reading “A Convict’s Lot”
They stood around in tidy groups, hot sun streaming down,
The little cemetery seems busier these days,
There are them whose life clock has at last unwound,
And those who decide themselves to end their days. Continue reading “Reuben Rocks the Cradle”
