Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Las Marismas

I'm reading James Michener's 'Iberia'. Over the last couple of decades I've read a number of Michener's novels; Alaska, Texas, The Carribbean, Hawaii, Mexico and Centennial come to mind. They are epic novels that plot family history over generations with detailed geographical connection. I've enjoyed them all.


Iberia is different in that it is not a novel; more a literary travel record of his experiences in Spain and his affection for it. I find it interesting, and although I'm only a third of the way into it I have learned much about Spain's culture, history, geography, flora and fauna, and governance over centuries. He examines architecture, music, painting, literature, and religion, with a relevance to history and the landscape. He asks the question, "Why did Spain, a pre-eminent world power of great military strength and wealth, dominant in exploration, the arts and trade, lose most of it's power and influence?" He gives explanation. Although written in the 1960's, he also gives warnings of the dangers of tourism as a panacea for economic malaise, which I find relevant to today.


So far he has described a number of towns and regions; Badajoz, Toledo, Cordoba, and I'm now into a chapter Las Marismas. I had never heard of this area before but Michener's excitement and passion is easily recognized in detailed description and stories. It's a large tidal swampland in the south west of Spain where the Guardalquiver River swells and spills over flat land in the winter rainy season. There's a twofold tide action, one directly from the Atlantic Ocean and one coming up the Rio Guadalquiver. This creates a massive wildlife reserve providing breeding conditions for hundreds of bird species particularly water birds but many others also. Many of these are migratory birds which return to Africa and Europe after breeding so it's recognised as a natural wonderland of great importance to the ecology of many nations, not just Spain. The fact that it floods every year has preserved it being destroyed by agriculture and commercial development. The birds and deer an other animals have provided a summer hunting ground for Spanish aristocracy for centuries such is the proliferation of wildlife.


Michener expresses concern (early 1960's) that there's political pressure to drain the swamp by preventing flooding with earthworks and levees which would be an ecological disaster. I checked on google. A National Park or the equivalent was set up in 1969 which has preserved much of Las Marismas. Probably my days of international travel are over but if I were to go to Europe Spain and Las Marismas would be a priority.


When I was house hunting with Rickyralph after Christmas we drove from Goolwa to a little town called Clayton. We went via Milang and for about 10 km we drove along wetland bordering Lake Alexandrina. It was teeming with waterbirds. Lake Alexandrina is where the Murray River flows before entering the sea near Goolwa. An Australian version of Las Marismas perhaps. I can hardly wait to explore that coast when we get properly organized and all the household and transition stuff done. We're getting there but still things to do. Tree removals/reducing around the house, and getting blocked storm water drains and downpipes cleared are first on the list. Then the reunion next weekend at Greta. I have sold my van, I think it will be picked up in the next couple of days. We traded Lib's Hyundai last week on a new Skoda Karoq. We're retired but busy still.  


  




Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Reunions

It says at very bottom right hand corner of my computer screen that today is the 14th of April 2021. So what, you might think? The actual date has little significance for me. I know it means we are 2021 years beyond the death of Jesus Christ, and as far as I know the 14th of April signifies the same day in every yearly cycle that the sun and earth are in the same positions in their revolutions. There's a lot of mathematics and physics in this but men smarter than I have worked it out. The clock and calender were invented, the computer was invented, and now I know what day it is. There's a rail of connection in this with others, putting us all on the same lifetrain, from which we alight at different points.


It is more than 40 years since I was in the Greta football team that won the premiership in 1980. The scheduled 40 year reunion was cancelled due to the Covid pandemic and is being held on Saturday the 1st of May. At great logistical inconvenience due to my recent relocation to South Australia, and the various associated tasks with setting up the new residence, it's my intention to attend this reunion. There's an RSVP address on the invitation but no date, so I'll reply that I'm likely to attend should it be possible, and rely that I can turn up, or not, on the day. The pull is strong to meet my old teammates in our advancing age, and to visit the Greta environment, of which I have fond memory.


A more formal invitation, to a "50 Years Chapter Lunch", to all Camberwell Grammar School Alumni who left in 1971 or before, has an RSVP date of the 23rd of April for function date 2nd May 2021. Could it be possible for me to be at the Greta lunch on the Saturday and the CGS lunch on the Sunday? I've heard of going to great lengths for a free feed but that might be going a bit far, literally. I have 9 days to think on this, accepting "day" being the word given to the time it takes the Earth to do a rotation, relating to the calender. 


There has also been talk of another 50 year reunion, that of the Ormond Church of Christ premiership team of which I was a participant in 1971. I spent 3 years in that team and the pull to attend would be strong, to meet up with some very good people in our advanced years, most of whom  I have not seen since that happy phase in my life. So far there's been no date set for this other than "later in the year if it can be arranged". Later in the year seems feasible, I will have had more time to settle in Sth Australia and perhaps ready for a trip home to Victoria. I don't feel ready for an early May trip away.

"Time, Time, Time, What has become of me." I think those words were in a Simon and Garfunkel song. " But look around, the leaves are brown, and the sky, is a hazy shade of winter."








Sunday, April 04, 2021

Easter Sunday

 After nearly two weeks in our new house it's time I tried to relate my feelings having left Gembrook, our home town for the last forty years. 


I'm now a resident of the state of South Australia, but I don't yet feel I'm South Australian. As I sit at the computer writing the overriding notion is that I'm on holiday, similar to our last two annual holidays when we hired an Air B+B house in the suburbs south of Adelaide. The obvious difference is that we have decked out the house with our own furniture and purchased items to our taste, and there's no go home date, but the holiday feeling is strong.

 

Not having to go to work contributes to this I'm sure, and this adjustment to retirement is rather pleasant I must say. The phone does not ring bringing the orders of customers, or people wanting this or that from me, in fact it doesn't ring at all. All those cranks and scammers are not aware of our new phone number and the old landline is no more. One or two a day on the mobile is of no consequence as I just dismiss them when I check it. Mind you I still get dozens of emails from people offering me all manner of riches and warnings and solutions to my health or finances, I haven't yet been able to work out how to stop them. They are easily deleted but it is an annoyance each day.


We went to the Sth Adelaide v Adelaide Crows reserves game on Good Friday. I couldn't help but feel like a tourist when driving and at the game, and I feel the same when exploring the local area and shopping. In an email exchange with my friend Dulcie she said that she and one of her friends who hailed from far off once agreed that they felt like evermore tourists in Australia. Dulcie migrated to Australia in 1972. I think that may well be the case for us in Sth Australia.


Nearly 7 decades as a Victorian, and 4 as Gembrookian, is quite a thing to leave behind. Memories of  childhood, school, adolescence, first love, employment, sport, family ties, all revolve around Melbourne and Victoria. The geography of the place is ingrained. Allegiance can be a strong thing, for example I have always followed the Vics in cricket, and in recent times the only interest I have in the Australian Test team is how the Victorian members are going.  That will have to change. I look forward to next year going to Adelaide and watching the SA team.


As for Melbourne as a city, I went right off it a long time ago. Rat race. Traffic jam, congestion, tollways, speedtraps, I went there only when necessary and disliked doing so. Hell of a place.


And Gembrook. Many fond memories of raising a family in a semi rural relaxed environment with peace and quiet and clean fresh air. A place where trees and gardens thrived. And fine memories of people and friendships and good neighbours. But slowly Gembrook lost its appeal to me over the last years. Busier and busier it became. When the road to Launching Place was bituminized all the way some years ago they started to come. The motorbikes. Somehow the ride to Gembrook and on to Launching Place etc became known as a great ride, promoted by biker magazines, and the bike traffic reached intolerable levels. Every second bike seemed to have loud exhaust and the riders loved screaming through the gears so the noise was horrendous for us all day on weekends and holidays where we lived, despite being a hundred metres or so from the main road.


Then Puffing Billy decided to make Gembrook its "Event Hub". Multiple Thomas Tank days in spring and autumn, bringing crowds and traffic, pollution, noise and congestion. More despoilment of our peace and quiet and beautiful environment.


Added to this humiliating and frustrating loss of our quiet country town, the Cardinia Council and state and federal governments got together with Puffing Billy and built a $20million tourist information centre in Emerald Lake Park which is opening any day. The traffic in Emerald has built up over the years to be most unpleasant with a traffic jam on the main road every day at peak hour. And now a Puffing Billy Tourist Centre! Oh how government at all levels will do anything to be seen to do something, anything to justify their existence and bloated sense of self importance.

 

I'm so glad to be out of there. We are on a quiet road with little noise. Yes we are in a tourist area, but there's so much more room here in Sth Australia. The traffic is unhurried, there's no trouble parking anywhere, and the facilities are excellent. I wake to warbling magpies and chirruping galahs. Our mate Ian Sinclair sent us $150 from Canada for us to buy a bird bath for our new house. It will be a joy to go shopping for it. We have already set up a bath which was Lib's mum's before it was outside our bedroom window in Gembrook for many years but it's for small birds. A bigger one will give the bigger birds something to splash in. Mind you not many birds are visiting our bath I think because he Hindmarsh river is across the road with many pools of water, and the Golf Club has a big dam not far behnd us. Or maybe we haven't had much hot weather yet or the birds haven't yet found ours.


There's a bird watching club here I may join. A neighbour is keen birder and gets around with binos and I chat with him soon. It seems a birder's paradise to me, this whole district.