Losing your mother is permanent and inexpressible, a wound that will never quite heal

Mums grave was looking a little tired so I have freshened up the tulips.

The significance of the white and 'black' (purple) colour is that tulips were mums favourite flower and she grew these colours in pots for many years in memory of my younger brother Brett (Click for more info), who barracked for Collingwood (yes I know!). His ashes are in her arms in her grave today.

I also added some solar spot lights in the pots so they will illuminate at night.

the new flowers

At night the solar spotlights illuminate the tulips.

The before tulips.

The End Of The Zombie Apocalypse

With the expected end of the zombie apocalypse I finally made it up to the Murray River for a spot of fishing and a quick camp with Helen.

Most tracks were still closed after recent rain but after getting bogged once we found a dry way into the river.

I don't think I lost a bait but the beers and the sunset were worth the trip.

Helen taking dibs on the bed

The view from the chair

Nice grassy spot

Right at a creek junction.

Helen on a Rabbit Hunt

2 Years Today RIP Beatrice Ryan

I hope I have grown the lawn on your grave as well as you nurtured our garden. 2 years today and the first day without you felt like a year, and the first year felt like a century. Yet in my memory, I spoke to you only yesterday.

Deer Antler Handle

Restored and old Wiltshire mill bastard file so I thought I'd give it a custom handle.

Helens new trick