Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Off to see the librarian...
I'm about to head off to the State Library! Woo! I haven't been there for years... I love the domed room on the first floor - you can hear someone scratch their nose on the other side of the room. 'State Library of Victoria'
Today
Suz's quote for today is as follows:
It is never too late to give up your prejudices.
If you happen to know who wrote this, and the title of the book, I shall be very impressed. I shall also be very impressed if you own the book. Who pays $170 for a book?!
And I am currently listening to:
'Big Daddy Weave'
It is never too late to give up your prejudices.
If you happen to know who wrote this, and the title of the book, I shall be very impressed. I shall also be very impressed if you own the book. Who pays $170 for a book?!
And I am currently listening to:
'Big Daddy Weave'
Monday, November 15, 2004
Mission for the future... Part II
And day three, the fun begins... The morning is spent preparing our tents for the activities for the next week - decorating, tidying up, fixing tent poles and ropes that have loosened from the day before. Some of the more regular (and bolder!) kids pop around for a quick look to check out how it's all going, for a bit of a chat with some of the team, and just to watch us all in action. In the afternoon we start preparing for the GT (Get Together) concert that will be happening that night... The excitement builds as we all start gearing up for the inaugural concert - how will the turn-out be?! Some of the first-timers have no idea what to expect, but even the veterans still have the buzz of excitement coursing through them as 7.30 arrives and the "curtain" goes up... The music is bright, not to mention the clowns, the jokes are witty, as is the puppets script, the drama leaves you challenged and the serial (i.e. soapie) always leaves you asking for more... For many the evening has ended, but for some of the older age teens, the fun is just starting - hot milo and some friendly faces are more than happy to talk and/or listen to those who show... The first night is always the most interesting - the facade of being "cool" and not being too involved is clogging the air - but that soon breaks down as some of the regulars let down some walls and help the atmosphere to lighten a little... The night draws to a close, the team heave a sigh of relief, and mentally prepare themselves for the following day - the first full day of program.
Friday, November 12, 2004
Mission for the future...
Sweat gathering on the forehead, sunscreen-smeared dirt on every visible surface of the body, a team of 70-odd keen (generally) young-uns brave the elements to erect a campsite which will be their communal home for the next two weeks. This band of enthusiasts were mostly unknown to each other before joining the "mission for the future" that is team Tidal River SUFM.
Each year a team of people hike down to Tidal River in Wilson's Promontory (The Prom) to run 10 days of holidays programs for fellow campers. The first day is a hard slog, with trucks arriving burdened down with sleeping and camping gear, tents and poles. A truck arrives later in the day with equipment that has been stored in a shipping container on a benevolent farmer's block during the year. Appetites are voracious, the sun is no less so, and at the end they all feel as though they've done a good day's work. A large marquee is up, happily situated centrally on the camping site, comfortably settled amongst two sleeping tents (one for girls, one for boys), and a tent to protect the food from the sun, wind, rain and roaming night creatures... Wombats love getting into the fresh fruit and vegetables.
Day 2 begins with the raising of the remaining tents. Teamwork is essential as people stand at all of the points of the tents, sledgehammers are flying through the air and ropes are being firmly tied. Finally, all the tents are up, and a subconscious sigh is emitted as everyone feels as though the "fun" can begin. Lunch is doled out, and everyone is given a little space in the afternoon to relax a little and tidy themselves up. Before you know it, they're all back together again, clean, slightly kissed from the sun, and wielding an innumerable amount of balloons, loud instruments, singing voices and cheery smiles. The Prom will never know what hit them... The team split up into smaller groups, tactically planning to somehow reach each and every campsite within walking distance. Kids come running out, familiar faces from earlier years are beaming as names are remembered, greetings are exchanged and promises of meeting later are made. That evening there is to be a great carnival for all the family to enjoy!
You'll find plenty of funny photos to be seen here!
Each year a team of people hike down to Tidal River in Wilson's Promontory (The Prom) to run 10 days of holidays programs for fellow campers. The first day is a hard slog, with trucks arriving burdened down with sleeping and camping gear, tents and poles. A truck arrives later in the day with equipment that has been stored in a shipping container on a benevolent farmer's block during the year. Appetites are voracious, the sun is no less so, and at the end they all feel as though they've done a good day's work. A large marquee is up, happily situated centrally on the camping site, comfortably settled amongst two sleeping tents (one for girls, one for boys), and a tent to protect the food from the sun, wind, rain and roaming night creatures... Wombats love getting into the fresh fruit and vegetables.
Day 2 begins with the raising of the remaining tents. Teamwork is essential as people stand at all of the points of the tents, sledgehammers are flying through the air and ropes are being firmly tied. Finally, all the tents are up, and a subconscious sigh is emitted as everyone feels as though the "fun" can begin. Lunch is doled out, and everyone is given a little space in the afternoon to relax a little and tidy themselves up. Before you know it, they're all back together again, clean, slightly kissed from the sun, and wielding an innumerable amount of balloons, loud instruments, singing voices and cheery smiles. The Prom will never know what hit them... The team split up into smaller groups, tactically planning to somehow reach each and every campsite within walking distance. Kids come running out, familiar faces from earlier years are beaming as names are remembered, greetings are exchanged and promises of meeting later are made. That evening there is to be a great carnival for all the family to enjoy!
You'll find plenty of funny photos to be seen here!
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