Halle-fucking-lujeh! The new pillow worked. My neck still feels like someone's used me for a golf tee but it'll come right and I got the first decent night's sleep in a fortnight last night.
It was back to the nice autumn cold this morning. Stood at the kitchen window with a steaming cup of tea warming my hands and the floor cold under my bare feet. Bright autumn sunshine again and a blue sky. I sniffed yesterday's trousers cautiously, decided they were good enough for another day and off I went down Trafalgar Avenue.
In World War II there was an airstrip running beside Trafalgar Avenue. An emergency strip made of gravel. Its outline is marked on my old Council map. It starts between Albion and Neptune Streets on the Springwood Street (east) side of Trafalgar. It heads north and runs over the top of Trafalgar between Gwendolyn and Balaclava Avenues. It ends halfway between Balaclava Avenue and McMasters Road, half on Trafalgar and half off on the west side.
Apart from the ridges at the back and Blackwall Mountain on the eastern edge, the Peninsula is as flat as a tack and wasn't well populated until after the war. Good spot for an emergency landing if you were a fighter pilot or transport plane in trouble.
The ex-butcher's shop (now Davo's Seafood) on the left and the mixed business (newspapers, chiko rolls & chips, lollies) on the right. Across the road from a small park.
The poles are the practice poles at the fire station. The fire-fighters shimmy up them and so on. Very butch. The station was put up in the eighties judging by the age of the materials and that dicky little portico.
Three suburbs intersect at the corner of Trafalgar and Gallipoli Avenue: Woy Woy, Blackwall and Umina. This house is on the Blackwall side. Bit of an identity problem with the fifties shape, seventies brick and retro iron lace.
Not terribly exciting as fifties houses go but it's neat and tidy and sans cladding and those naff windows, it would look much like its old self. The nice big frangipani (top right) leaning in from next door helps.
Without the colour scheme this would just be another house. Not my cup of tea but well looked after. Just down from the shop next to the fire station.
This one looks rather sculptured outlined against the sky like that. Wouldn't take much to get it back to its original whatsit.
I like the veranda on this one, or rather, the built-in portico thingy. The awnings keep a good bit of the fifties look too, despite the seventies windows.
Got a feeling I've snapped this one before as well. Never mind, its nice blue on white colours and the pattern of the fibro joins are worth a second look.
This one was actually taken months ago in summer, hence the storm clouds closing in. A nicely-shaped fifties place and nice colours.
Nice old place down the West Street end of Trafalgar. Quietly decaying but it may well be still structurally sound and worth a reno. Look at that nice closed in veranda.
Last couple of day's we've had a minor heatwave due to the influence of Cyclone Monica. Very late in the season. I don't remember there ever being a cyclone after Easter. Anyways, she's in the Gulf (of Carpentaria) now, picking up speed again after not doing too much damage in Far North Queensland, if you don't count a fresh lot of flooding.
Goulburn has the exact opposite of flooding. Their dam's as dry as a dead dingo's donger.