Showing posts with label WWI. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WWI. Show all posts

Friday, August 19, 2022

Thursday Island Qld Sunday 14 August 2002

 Thursday Island Qld Sunday 14 August 2002


We departed at 7am from Bamaga, Seisia actually, on a private charter of the ferry, because, like most things here, it doesn’t normally open or work on Sunday.


Departure lounge at Seisia Qld



Free camp. Seisia Qld


 We landed at Thursday Island and boarded a small bus, complete with tour guide. The bags were taken by ute the few hundred metres to the oldest (and possibly the only accommodation) hotel on TI (as its known) the Jardine Hotel. 


That's it. That is Thursday Island Qld
Thursday Island Qld
Thursday Island Qld


They had made a great song-and-dance out of this tour, so here we go. Now, TI is only the size of a large postage stamp, and came into existence in 1867 after the failure of Somerset Bay. It is the centre of Government administration for the Torres Strait Island and houses som 50 Government departments, although it is hard to see where except for a few fairly run-down looking buildings. Anyhow, The Tour. Straight up to the top of the Battery Point Hill, which is the home to the 1892 Fort, built to protect us from those Russians. It still has its three original canon, one of which fired one shot in anger during WWI. The boat bailed up bytes formidable battery turned out to be a ‘friendly’, so it was all OK. Our guide also happens to be the local historian and custodian of this museum, so even though it was Sunday, she opened it up so we could have a look around. We wandered around and looked at the views. Back on the bus we were driven around the foreshore and had the church  and graveyard pointed out. Then we were taken to our hotel where we would have morning tea and some time to explore.



Green Hill Fort, Battery Hill. Thursday Island Qld

Main Street. Thursday Island Qld

Main Street. Thursday Island Qld








Exploring consists of walking the 100 metres to the wharf, another to the shops (closed) and yet one more to the church, open, just. another step took us to the other church, which had just finished a service and all the brightly clad TI’landers were pouring out. We went inside for a look around and then back out across the road to the IGA (Open! but closing at noon)


After lunch we were taken on the local school bus, a bright yellow water taxi) across to Friday Island. Here we were to visit the last existing pearling operation in the islands. Having seen several pearl farms in WA, this was a bit of a let-down. Even the ladies, when let loose in the shop, came away muttering things like, sub-standard, expensive, shoddy looking jewellery, etc. We got the impression that the little man who owns and runs the place and has done for 47 years, was only doing it as a hobby. Mind you, at $135 a head for the tour, or $165 if you wanted lunch, you know where the money comes from.


Sago and Custard Pudding. Japanese cuisine. Friday  Island
Pearl farm. Friday  Island
Pearl Farm. Friday  Island
Best view of Friday Island....

Back on TI we went for a swim in the hotel pool, surprisingly good. And an early dinner and early to bed, we have another 7am start tomorrow.



Monday, April 20, 2015

Albany WA, War memorial, Salmon, Salmon Holes Beach, St Johns Church, National ANZAC Centre, Dawn Service, WWI

Albany WA April 20, 2015
We awoke to another day of full on sunshine - that's two in a row... I went for an early long walk on the beach, and still only got halfway along toward Emu Point.

We started our day at the Anzac Memorial, high on Mt Adelaide overlooking the harbour. To give you some background, This is the very harbour from which the 1st and 2nd convoys of Australian and New Zealand troops left for Gallipoli in 1914. Some 40,000 troops had been assembled on a whole pile of ships, and they complete with a bevy of warships, all gathered here in the harbour, right below this very point. High up here was also where the garrison and guns were housed in the Princess Royal Fortress, built in 1893, as part of the coastal defences for Australia.

Princess Royal Fortress. 1983. Albany WA
Time moves on and now the whole place has been turned into a really nice park with museum pieces all around the place.

The National ANZAC Centre was opened on November 1, 2014 and so is relatively brand-new. It is not huge, but it is brilliantly set out and has lots of interaction for the visitor. It's just about WWI and so the content is quite focussed and quite detailed.

National ANZAC Centre. Albany WA
When you go in, you are given a card with a picture of a soldier on it and a code on the back. You are also given a talking-pen thing.

But first, as you step through the first door, there is a full wall sized film running of a continuous stream of soldiers marching up the street and past you (actual footage) and it is reflected in a mirror on the other side of the hallway. All the while there is a solemn march beat of boots crunching along in time with the marchers. Its pretty powerful right from the start.

As you walk around, you swipe the pen on special markers and listen to the commentary. When you come across special posts, you place your card down on them and a big screen comes up showing all the actual documents for that person, and so you follow their progress through the war and ultimately discover their fate. This is interspersed with stunning and quite personal displayed of individuals and each ones involvement, along with a visual and audio commentary of the process and detail of the war as it played out in the various theatres. One room has full sized windows overlooking the harbour, and the walls have panoramic photos of the assembled convoys: you look at the photos and you look at the harbour. You just can't help but immediately relate the two and once again, that personal touch is there: these were real men and it really happened, right here. The picture I took was of this wire-frame horse and soldier

National ANZAC Centre. Albany WA
In another gallery, with the same stunning view, the centre piece is a narrow, full length glass table. Under the glass are the names of every individual, one above the other. The list slowly moves forward toward the window and the visual link is made that they are going, one by one, from here, out to their waiting ships in the harbour, and to war.

Judy wondering about her grandfather and his departure to war
National ANZAC Centre. Albany WA
I think they have achieved the objective of making it personal, and in doing so, making the history at least believable to the future generations. Lets hope they take some notice. Lest we forget indeed

Both our soldiers, one Australian and one Turkish, Ottoman as they called them, survived, although badly wounded several times.

The Garrison Cafe outside had these very relevant etched windows

Garrison Cafe. Albany WA
Outside,  we walked uphill toward the viewing platform. We stopped to snap some old chimneys but got this shot of a black lizard instead.

Lizard. Albany WA

We explored the old fort, very similar to others see have visited around the country, but were sidetracked by the view from the topmost viewing platform. We sat for at least 45 minutes watching the Pilot and two tug-boats escort a huge cargo ship out of the harbour, and then bring another one, that had been swinging-at-picks, into her berth. As you can see the red and green channel markers don't leave a lot of room for error.

Cargo ship being piloted into port. Albany WA
After a light lunch in town we wandered into St Johns Church, built in 1849 to have a look at the site at which the first ever ANZAC dawn service was held, in 1930. You can see that the ties to the ANZAC legend runs deep in this town

St Johns Church. Albany WA
St Johns Church. Albany WA
Original gas candle-sticks. St Johns Church. Albany WA
Many years ago, when dinosaurs roamed the earth and Judy and I were but youngsters, we came here on a  visit from Perth. One of the things we both remember is going to a disused whaling station and poking around. We think that this is now called Discovery Bay, a preserved, one-time fully  operational whaling station. We took ourselves out there and went happily into the reception / shop area ready to go and look-see. But no! These little scamps wanted $30 - yes THIRTY, dollars per head - yes each, to go in. That's sixty bucks. Time for a reality check - we could eat out for that, we could stay 2 nights in a van park for that - no way - no how, so we left, but not before using the loos.

As a consolation prize, we took a detour to Salmon Holes Beach, reputed to be a place where the Australian Salmon come to breed and feed. OMG, we were treated to the sight no less than 5 giant stingrays rounding up the salmon, who you can see clearly in the waves, and on the hooks of the fisher-persons.

Stingray on Salmon Holes Beach. Albany WA
Rock fisherman. Salmon Holes Beach. Albany WA
Stingray on Salmon Holes Beach. Albany WA
Stingray herding salmon on Salmon Holes Beach. Albany WA
Look again carefully at those same fisher persons on the rocks. This is Monday. Just two days ago, on Saturday, two fishos were swept off those very rocks - at this time they have retrieved one body. This southern ocean is renown for being able to produce a huge wave without notice, and have massive seas -on Saturday they had 7 metre swells. So, lets all go down and fish from the rocks... I think not.

Enough fun for 1 day. Retire to van and drink cider and eat tater crisps before having homemade pizza for dinner.

To put Albany into perspective, while we were having dinner, the TV was going on about Bonaparte and Waterloo and how he was defeated in 1815 and we all think this happened soooo long ago, ancient history almost. Albany, this little town way down here in Terra Australis, thousands of miles from any civilisation, was, and I quote from the web...

On the 9th of November 1826, Major Edmund Lockyer, together with a contingent of convicts, soldiers, a surgeon and storekeeper, left Sydney aboard the 'Amity' bound for King George III Sound. The Amity arrived on Christmas Day 1826. Lockyer selected the site of what is now known as Albany for the crown and thus formed the first Western Australian settlement. Major Lockyer named his new town 'Frederickstown', after King George III's second son, His Royal Highness Prince Frederick Augustus, Duke of York and Albany - 'The Grand Old Duke Of York'. Albany was settled some three years before the Swan River colony, later to be known as Perth.

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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Adelaide SA Ford territory BS Stillwell Ford Central Markets Wakefield WWI SA Museum SA Library

Today the car was due at Stillwell Ford for it's 15,000km service. We turned up about 930, left the car  for their attention and took advantage of the courtesy car into town.

We walked up and down Rundle Mall, checking out some of the large and glossy department stores before walking down King William Street to Victoria Square and thence into the Central Markets. One thing for sure, the howling wind was glacial and we both froze our chops off before gratefully turning into the marketplace itself.

These markets are quite similar to the Vic Markets in Melbourne but with more emphasis on fresh food and goodies and almost none of the tat that makes up a lot of the Vic. We took coffee and a yummy Portuguese Tart and a Lemon Flan at Lucia's, not the only coffee shop there but probably the best that we saw. After marching up and down all the aisles and back and forth across all the rows, we  went back up toward Rundle Mall looking for lunch and perhaps a visit to the SA Museum.

Lunch we took in one of the malls, a delightful hot roast beef roll and potato bake. Just the thing to try and get the body temperature back up. We made it into the museum after a fair old wander about the shopping precinct, but in shades of our days in London all those years ago, we were too tired and too footsore to be bothered. Another coffee was called. We did actually walk into the museum proper and I for one was ready to walk right back out. I had forgotten that these places still exist; it's chock full of stuffed animals from all over the world, quite a few of which are now extinct, largely due to this sort of collecting by our ancestors. I went in expecting things from the Aboriginal culture and from the European settlement that started in 1836 as a social experiment to build a utopian society as espoused by Edward Wakefield while in goal in London.

We left the museum and were heading for the courtesy car pick-up point when we took a side-track into the SA Library. They were having a display of prints from The Forgotten Diggers, a collection of some 800 glass photo negatives found in a barn in Vignacourt in France depicting Australian WWI soldiers in a studio setting. The collection was purchased by Kerry Stokes AC and donated to the Australian War memorial in 2012. Now that is philanthropy! The photos are truly stunning in their clarity and quality but the sheer fact that someone, obviously a professional photographer, had the time, wherewithal and inclination to systematically photograph so many servicemen during such a period of turmoil is unbelievable. Almost as unbelievable as the fact that these glass plates survived intact and the images intact for a 100 years in a draught French barn.

Finally we were back at Stillwell Ford. First pleasant experience: 'All costs covered by Ford Australia sir, there is nothing to pay'. No nastily little surprises here then. Second pleasant surprise. The car had been hand-washed (they initially said they could only machine was it) and vacuumed out. It looked and smelt like the now car I had forgotten that it is. Well done them.

Anyhow, back at the van Judy took some time out with a book, a cuppa and the telly, I put a pair of shorts on and went for a long walk, barefoot, along the beach relishing in the lovely soft sand under my feet and the 'refreshing' waters of the ocean lapping at my ankles. Ah, Lovely!

No snaps today, just couldn't be bothered carting camera around all day.