Thoughts And Recollections Of A Tree Spirit

That’s Not A Cat

Friday, February 26th, 2010

After a slight hitch getting through customs my brother finally stepped through arrivals at Sydney Kingsford Smith airpport last night and began his adventure.

Hint to anyone travelling here to visit relatives from their home country: Don’t take them any credit cards in their name; post them instead. After waiting over an hour for my brother a customs guy finally came out asking me for ID before handing me my Lloyds credit card that my brother had brought out for me from the UK. He stated that if anyone brings cards into the country that aren’t in their own name it becomes a matter for the federal police. They had kept my brother aside for ages, interrogating him and only finally believed his story when I tried to ring his mobile to find out where the hell he was. Apparently they wouldn’t let him answer it but were persuaded that it was me and came out to find me so I could validate his story!

Finally we got back to Avalon and had a relax before Mat went to bed as he had to work today. I stayed up with my brother and we were chatting away at our table outside when Rich suddenly started making noises to something under the table and said that a cat had just appeared.

“A cat?” I said. “We don’t get cats round here.” I looked down to see a brush tailed possum boldly sniffing Richie’s hand. He pulled it away quickly and then we both went to grab our cameras.

We get possum visits regularly in our garden if we’re outside late at night but this one was extra inquisitive and bold as brass. It was as if she had decided to give my brother a proper Aussie welcome and he was chuffed to bits. His first encounter with Australian wildlife couldn’t have been better.

Brush Tail Possum has a sniff at Rich Closeup of Possum sniffing Rich's hand Rich tries to get a photo of the Possum sniffing his hand Brush Tail Possum investigating our table

More Dreadlocks

Thursday, February 25th, 2010

Apologies for lack of posts lately; I have been very lax. So much for my good New Year intentions!

Anyway, I thought I would take an opportunity to post some more dreadie pictures but this time it’s Mat’s turn!

Yes, he decided his hair length was getting too annoying and instead of cutting it off (something he kept threatening me with when I annoyed him as he knows I like it long) he decided to try dreadlocks too :-)

So last Sunday we went back to New Town. Henry and Ruth joined us at Wayland and Kirstie’s house and we all went for a quick drink at the pub before Mat took the plunge. He went back to Sharon at In Visible Light as she did such a fab job with mine – for anyone looking to get dreadlocks in the Sydney area I would definitely recommend it.

Me, Kirstie and Ruth accompanied Mat and stayed with him while he got started:

Mat gets his first dreadlock The first row of dreads is underway

There is only so much dreading one can watch before it gets monotonous so I left Mat to it (as he did when I got mine done) and accompanied the girls to Kirstie’s friend’s swimming pool which she has the use of. It was an absolutley scorching day so the cool water was most welcome and we whiled away a good few hours sitting by the side of it chatting, jumping in every so often to cool off. Poor Mat was stuck in the hot, sticky shop with no air-con while the other lads were at the pub.

After a while we began to get hungry so thought we’d pop in and see how Mat was getting on before getting some food. He was about two thirds of the way through the dreading process and then would have to have the perming solution put on.

Dreads are just over half way to completion

After Mat declined the offer of some food we went to find the others. They were still at the pub and pretty enebriated by this stage; Henry was positively “maggot”! We took their order for Thai and once we’d collected it said we’d see them back at Wayland and Kirstie’s after they’d finished their beers.

A yummy Thai meal and a fair few more beers later (except for Ruth who was driving adn me for some reason, even though Mat wouldn’t have had any drinks so could drive back) Mat finally arrived around 8pm after seven hours of haor pulling, sporting his new hair:

Mat back at Wayland's with his finished dreadies

He was very happy with his dreads and still is, now the nasty ammonia smell has finally gone. He reckons they are much more managable at work when he’s up trees and wearing a helmet. So far I’ve only had to pull one big piece of twig out from a couple of dreads that it had lodged into. I’m sure there will be more though :-)

Me and Mat - the dreadie couple

So now we are a proper dready couple. At first I thought it would be a bit wierd with both of us having dreadlocks but now I reckon it’s cool. After all, as someone pointed out, if one person likes dreads then chances are they will be attracted to someone else with dreads so couples that both have them isn’t completely uncommon.

Dreadlocks At Last

Friday, January 8th, 2010

After two whole years of umming and ahing I finally decided to make the committment and get dreadlocks!

I first started looking into dreads seriousy this time last year and after doing a fair bit of research online and getting quotes I decided to go with In Visible Light in Newtown on the outskirts of Sydney, Newtown being Sydney’s centre of alternativeness. It had been recommended on a local forum I had read and after visiting a couple of other “specialists” it was the one I trusted the most; afterall, I’m looking at dreadlocks as a good ten year committment and when my hair is the length it is (past my bum now) the last thing I want is for someone to fuck it up, to put it bluntly.

There are various trains of thought on dreadlocks; one being (from my good friend Seb who had dreadies for a long time) that they should be free cos you should get a mate to do them. Alas, I would have liked to have gone down this path as it would have made them more special but I do not have any friends out here that have done it before and therefore would have my trust – sorry. Aside from flying Seb out here to do it, which I strongly considered for a while as it would have only been fracionally more expensive than the first quote I had, I decided there was no other option than to go professional.

So anyway, the Sunday after boxing day we arrived at In Visible Light around 11.30am and by 11.45 Sharon, the owner, had got stuck in to the lengthy task. She obviously has had a lot of experience because when she predicted the process would take approximately twelve hours she was spot on; it was completed at exactly 11.45pm! Here are the pictures before I go into a more lengthy explanation:

Mat hung around for the first hour or so before leaving me with the car and catching a train into Sydney. Sharon had one girl helping her in the shop and another friend there stayed around for a few hours to get us coffees and lunch in return for a cupcake from next door which he has an addiction to! Everyone was very friendly and talkative and the time flew by. The shop itself is not actually a hair salon but sells alternative clothing and fetish gear. Sharon just specializes in doing dreadlocks, hair extensions and various types of braiding which all go along with the alternative scene.

The process:
Sharon uses a slightly different technique to most people. Instead of using wax which stays in the hair, clogs it up and requires constant replenishing in the early days of the dreads she uses cotton. After back combing and rubbing the hair into the dreadlock strands she then binds them in place with biodegradeable cotton sewn all the way down the length. After the whole head is complete an ammonia perming solution is then put on the hair for an hour and a half to help fix it in place. The end result is not unlike braids as from a distance they look similar, although I did opt for quite thin dreads compared to the normal thick ones you see. After a couple of weeks they should fluff up a bit more and the cotton should start to recede into the centre of the dread.

The bonus with this method is that there is minimal after care, though I think it will still take up to six months for them to look like proper dreads!

I was going to link to Sharon’s my space page but on looking at it there doesn’t appear to be much on there apart from the shop address. I’ll have to ask about that next time I visit as she said there was a load of pictures of hair on there.

It’s nearly two weeks on now and a few strands have started to come loose in places but on the whole it’s looking good and I’m really happy with it. It’s the sort of hairstyle that gets better with time. One of the massive bonuses and the thing that really spurred me to get it done in the first place is that I no longer have to brush my hair – yippee – a task I detested every day. It means I can go swimming whenever I like and not worry about getting my hair wet – a major issue every summer for me as salt water in hair means washing, drying and brushing rigmarole each time – a major pain in the arse when I live on the Northern Beaches and Summer = Swimming in Sea! And it takes less time to dry too. Mat has started calling me Wooly Back cos it feels just like wool; kind of spikey :-)

So love dreads or hate them I’m not regretting it and quite frankly I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Australia seems to be a lot more open-minded than the UK and nobody at work mentioned it apart from a couple of people who said it looked nice.

P.s. One last thing I have to mention is that most people seems to think dreads smell cos you don’t wash them – this is bollocks!
You don’t have to wash them if you don’t want to but it’s no different to normal hair and I will be continuing my normal weekly washing routine.

Green Day Live at Acer Arena, Sydney 2009

Wednesday, December 16th, 2009

After work on Friday (11 Dec) Mat and I had to abandon our newly arrived guests (Squealer and Mally from Stroud) for we had our long-awaited gig to go to – Green Day :-)

After leaving a little late and then queuing for half an hour to buy t-shirts we missed the support band, Jet, unfortunately. I then queued for another fifteen minutes to buy chips and pies as we hadn’t had any food before leaving and were both pretty hungry. However, it was all timed really well because as we were just finishing the last chips the lights dimmed and the crowd errupted.

The first thing I noticed was, even though the tickets said no photography or filming equipment allowed, there were camera flashes going off left right and centre. I’m glad I had decided to take my camera anyway and I took a few shots and video clips here and there to capture the moment. We had pretty good seats; although they were right at the side of the stage, so the acoustics weren’t as good as they would have been in the centre, we were at the front of the first level above ground so got a really good view of everything.

The whole concert was (more…)

Beach Fishing at North Avalon

Thursday, November 26th, 2009

Last month we fancied doing something fun on our Friday night that also involved beer for the boys (obviously) and Kat suggested beach fishing.

Mat jumped at the chance as he has done limited fishing since we moved here and was keen for Nick to give him some tips so we gathered together the beer esky and other essentials and then all piled down to North Avalon to set up.

Fishing at North Avalon Me & Kat Fishing

Not a lot happened for the first half of the evening. Davo and Guinness joined us and it was a good excuse for the boys to do something practicle together and me and Kat to have a girly catch up.

I've found a sand fish, he's down there somewhere, I can smell 'im!

I've found a sand fish, he's down there somewhere, I can smell 'im!

A bit later on Nick finlly got a bite and spent the next half an hour to an hour battling with whatever was on the end trying to get it in. We were all a bit sceptical for ages as to whether it was just a large clump of seaweed getting sucked around by the waves but finally whatever it was got close enough that we could make out a shape and a lot of splashing. Apparently it was pretty big (I didn’t get close enough to see properly) as Mat was wading in and trying to bring it closer. However, we will never know as after all the hard work the line snapped and it escaped.

In an attempt to cheer Nick up and because we were all hungry we ordered pizza (explaining to the Pizza guy that we were the first group of fishermen down from North Av carpark). In betwen ordering and the pizza arriving Nick got another bite and this time managed to land the fish.

Nick's Fish Nick's Fish 2 Nick returning fish to sea

We weren’t exactly sure what it was but Nick suggested a gummy shark. As it was only small I took a few quick pictures before Nick was keen to throw it straight back. After googling various things if I have to hazard a guess I’d say Nick was right and it was a gummy, however this is by no means definitely correct and any comments from more knowledgable people are welcome!

At least we had some excitement, even if we didn’t end up with a nice fresh fish for supper. Our pizza finally arrived too, after having to chase them a few times; I suspect they were a bit dubious about the beach location for delivery, even though The Sheriff used to tell us he ordered pizzas at the beach all the time.

A Welcome Visitor

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

On our first evening at our new house, after we’d finished unloading and having a well earned rest we were visited by a random dog that trotted in like he owned the place. After inspecting his collar we identified him as Dozer from two doors up.

He must be one of those intelliegent dogs that takes himself for walks because his owners never seem to shut him in and since we moved here he pays us regular visits at least every other day. Sometimes he tries to get us to play stick with him and other days he’ll stop by for a quick bottom scratch, a sniff round the house to check it’s all in order, and then be on his way.

He really is a lovely dog, part Staffie and something else I’m not quite sure of. Here are some photos of him trying to coax me into a game with a stick, which Mat has advised me not to throw for him. Apparently there is the danger of the stick getting stuck in the ground facing the oncoming dog like a spear and impaling him by accident; a very valid risk that I had never considered before.

He reminds me a lot of my brother’s dog, Bryn who I used to walk regularly back in the UK. I miss my walks with Bryn and my aunty’s dog, Rosie, heaps. For me, taking a dog out gives a walk purpose and makes it ten times more enjoyable. I have been thinking about going and asking Dozer’s owners if they would mind me taking him for a walk once in a while but I haven’t quite plucked up the courage yet. I’m worried about what they might think which is daft really as the worst that can happen is they say no isn’t it?

Photo Opportunities Abound At The Beach

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

Mat was working all last weekend so on Saturday morning I decided I would go for a walk so that I didn’t end up getting cabin fever and feel like I had just sat in front of the computer all day, which was becoming increasingly likely.

I wanted to go into the village and thought I start by walking in the opposite direction, head towards the north of Avalon Beach, then walk down the beach, cross the road and end up in the village that way.

On my way to North Av I found a wicked little footpath following a creek and all along the side was colourful graffiti. I assume it was legal as a lot of it seemed to be divided into sections so different artists could have their own canvas, so to speak.

North Av Graf 1 North Av Graf 2

It’s not the best graffiti in the world but I like it. I have developed a strong appreciation for the sometimes controversial art medium since my brother started to nurture his artistic flare in this field a year or so ago.

So much for a bracing walk. When I reached the beach my camera came straight out again and I spent a good half hour sitting on the rocks clicking away, trying to improve my eye for a good composition.

North Avalon Beach North Avalon Beach & Rocks

Once I’d finished with photographing the seascape I retrieved my bag from a nearby rock and proceeded along the beach only to get stopped by another photo opportunity. There were lots of Bluebottles washed up on the beach – a common type of jellyfish that has an inflatable balloon thing that it uses to catch the wind and drift along the sea along with long stinging tentacles. I’ve never been stung by them but it’s very common and it doesn’t hurt too much by all accounts, just itches a bit and leaves you with (more…)

Adobe Illustrator Rocks

Friday, November 6th, 2009

I’m addicted to computer courses at the moment. It’s the first time I’ve done courses for my own real interest and so far I’ve done a short course on Adobe Photoshop, Aboriginal art (not computer related), HTML for beginners, Adobe Dreamweaver and I started Adobe Illustrator on Monday.

It all started when Manly Warringah Community College put a prospectus in the local paper and I thought it would be nice to do something for fun. I started with Photoshop for photographers because I’m interested in photography and wanted to learn how to improve and edit the pictures I take. I’ve gone on from there and decided to learn a bit more about web design, originally to improve my blog but I like the idea of being able to build basic websites and my goal is to design Mat’s dad one for his mobile sawmill business.

This led me to my current course as he had a logo designed for embroidering onto his work shirts but it isn’t in a format I can use for the website or for letterhead etc. After messing about in Photoshop trying to improve it I gave up and decided Illustrator would be the tool for the job and would be a useful skill to have for future logo design. Illustrator uses vector graphics instead of pixels so is a format preferred by printers and advertisers etc. because the image can be increased in size without compromising the quality.

As with all my previous courses I enjoyed the first lesson immensely and am really looking forward to learning more. It was especially fun because it requires artistic flare and this is a side of me that I am really trying to concentrate on at present. Our teacher has her own graphic design partnership, The National Grid, which is just round the corner from my new work so I must pop in some time as they have a contemporary art gallery there as well which sounds really inspiring.

I spent the whole evening buzzing with creative energy and hope I can unlock some of the potential that I know is buried inside myself somewhere. It’s clamouring to get out and gets all excited at the smell of freedom but then along come the inhibitions that close the door again. I am determined that with my new home and new job comes a new start, starting with letting the artistic flare come out and play!

Anyway, very basic I know but here is the little green monster that I achieved in drawing in the first lesson:

Little Green Monster

Sunday Afternoon Burner

Thursday, October 29th, 2009

After testing the fire out on Saturday night Mat decided he would get a proper one going on Sunday afternoon. After querying the necessity for such a monstrous gnarly looking log that I caught him lugging in he declared it was a “Sunday afternoon burner”. So named by his dad as such logs will keep going for hours and are ideal for a Sunday afternoon.

“Ok, fair enough” I thought. I must admit that even though it’s not exactly cold we are having a chillier snap at the moment and we don’t have to pay for the wood. Mat prompted me to take photos of his baby so I thought I should do them justice and post them here for all to admire :-)

I think our new hearth deserves a name but will have to confer with Mat on this one as I’m sure he’ll want the final say. As long as it’s not Dave. I don’t have anything against Dave but we have had a lizard and a spider or two and countless other inanimate objects named Dave already so I’m encouraging diversity.

These photos were either taken before the sunday afternoon burner was put on or a few hours afterwards when it had broken up a bit by the look of it – can’t remember which.

New House Pictures

Saturday, October 24th, 2009

We had a wirlwind move yesterday afternoon/evening with the much appreciated help from friends from the tree world: Daveo, Johnny, Phil, Sol and Erin. Together with Mat they got our entire house (less a few minor items that would fit into one car load) packed up into Daveo’s truck, Mat’s ute and trailer, Johnny’s Ute and Phil’s car and got it all to the new house in one trip! An amazing feat and a huge thank you to the boys :-)

It goes withut saying that the beers were on us and once unloaded the night turned into a bit of a drinking session with homemade burgers made by Mat on the new built-into-the-wall barbie. I should have taken some pictures but I had spent all day packing and was absolutely knackered. Anyone that knows me well enough will know I don’t do moving very well and this was my most organised packing session ever – even Mat was impressed!

Anyway, we spent today unpacking and trying to get the essentials into some sort of order. I decided I would take some pictures to demonstrate the layout of the new place. You will have to excuse the boxes and stuff everywhere. I thought if I waited until things looked neat and tidy I simply wouldn’t get around to it.