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Lake Eyre From The Air

 

Lake Eyre is a massive contradiction. A lake where land speed records are broken. A salt flat with a sailing club. And it is a real sight to see.

It sits in the middle of a desert and is Australia’s lowest point at 15m below sea level. More than 140km long and 77km wide, most of the time it is a glittering, eye-scorching, shimmering white salt flat. It has filled only three times in the last 150 years.

But when it fills, Kati Thanda- Lake Eyre – to give it it’s full title – is the largest lake in Australia and becomes home to a mass of bird and marine life.

The Lake is miles from anywhere and yet, when the rains come, the yachties follow and members of one of the least met sailing clubs take to the water.

But it is a fleeting thing. The harsh outback environment ensures the waters never stay long. As the lake dries the fish die off from the increased salinity and the birds take to the air again.

We were very fortunate to have the chance to witness one of Australia’s great outback events.

We posted some pictures on our Facebook page awhile ago of Lake Eyre in flood – a rare occurrence that we just had to see. Just for our blog readers – here’s more loveliness.

 

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The Living Fire

They’re called stones fallen from heaven, living fire, an anchor stone of hope. Some swear they made the owner invisible. We just call them opals and their story is magical.

The finest opals come from Australia. It’s not just a boast, it’s also a fact. Not only the finest, but also the most – 95% of all opals are eked out of this great continent.

Black opals – which aren’t really …..

Black opals are never entirely black

Black opals are never entirely black

 

Some black opals even look blue

Some black opals even look blue

…..light opals, which are….

Light opals are most common in Coober Pedy

Light opals are most common in Coober Pedy

……. and boulder opals, which are a bit of both

Boulder opals are indeed part boulder and part opal

Boulder opals are indeed part boulder and part opal

– come in all shapes and sizes, but most importantly must have the fire that marks the gem.

Even the mining areas sound a little magical – Lightening Ridge, Mintabie, Andamooka, Quilpie and White Cliffs. Perhaps the biggest mining area is at Coober Pedy, in the very heart of the Australian outback.

The Coober Pedy mining truck welcomes you to town

The Coober Pedy mining truck welcomes you to town

Coober Pedy is like nowhere else – literally an up-side-down world where the living make their homes and work underground and out of sight, while the cemetery is up-top and in the open!

Home, sweet dome. The front door, tucked into the hillside

Home, sweet dome. The front door, tucked into the hillside

 

The house under the hill - one of many

The house under the hill – one of many

 

The majority of residents live underground in hillside dugouts

The majority of residents live underground in hillside dugouts

 

A dugout home

A dugout home

 

The temperature remains constant below ground

The temperature remains constant below ground

 

The Coober Pedy cemetery on a ridge above the town

The Coober Pedy cemetery on a ridge above the town

Flying over the town also gives a bird’s-eye view of the strange formations made from individual mine shafts. It’s claimed there are up to four million shafts in and around the town, giving it more of a Martian landscape.

A tiny part of Coober Pedy's moonscape of mine shafts

A tiny part of Coober Pedy’s moonscape of mine shafts

A millionaire in Coober Pedy (and they claim there are quite a few) looks the same as every other dust-coated, jeans and plaid-wearing worker; some have struck lucky in just a few feet of fine dirt, others have toiled for decades and never found a chip of colour. They say it is addictive. This miner told us he had already made a million by the turn of the 1980’s. In 2016 he was still down in the dirt.

A lifetime underground, hunting for the precious gems

A lifetime underground, hunting for the precious gems

 

Keen eyes endlessly watch for the glint of a gem

Keen eyes endlessly watch for the glint of a gem

 

It's not a hi-tech operation

It’s not a hi-tech operation

 

Spinning teeth eat into the mine wall

Spinning teeth eat into the mine wall

For all their value, opals started life as nothing more than trickles of silica running through cracks in the earth. Thanks to the inimitable creativity of Mother Earth, what gets chipped out the other side, millennia later is, if you are lucky, a milky stone of fire.

Trickling temptation - this is what the miners yearn for

Trickling temptation – this is what the miners yearn for

The stones have been lauded throughout time. Cleopatra was a big fan as were many royals and dignitaries. Roman women prized them above all other stones and the generals often carried opal-tipped staves into battle for luck. The not-so-lucky Marie Antoinette owned one called the Forest Fire. Opals were responsible for founding of London’s famous Hatton Gardens jewellery quarter after Sir Christopher Hatton presented the virgin Queen Elizabeth with a fine set of gems and in return she booted the bishops out of the Palace at Ely and presented Sir Chris with a fine place to live and work. The palace grounds became Hatton Gardens. A much more recent Elizabeth – Taylor – was also an avid collector, as were Andy Warhol and Elvis Presley.

It was originally thought that the gems were only found in the Carpathian Mountains in Europe, in a location so secret that the miners would employ complex subterfuge to remain undiscovered. Opals were also found in Mexico and Peru, feeding the ancient Mayan and Inca desires. Imagine the surprise and delight of opal lovers and miners when the gem they thought only available in a few limited and secret places were found half a planet away in Australia. 

Tulle Woolaston is credited as the first large scale trader. It is fitting that Australian opals were first introduced into Europe by Woolaston at Hatton Gardens – the place where is all began centuries earlier.

The opal rush began in earnest in 1889. Originally Coober Pedy the area was known as Umoona by the Aboriginals who lived there. After the mining boom began they renamed it Kupaku Piti, which translates to ‘white man’s hole’.

A basic miners dugout

A basic miners dugout

Early miners would often sleep in their claim to stop others from stealing their stones

Early miners would often sleep in their claim to stop others from stealing their stones

To look at the mine-fields now you could be forgiven for thinking not much has changed.

The tools of the trade haven't changed much

The tools of the trade haven’t changed much

Unlike other mineral extraction, opal mining was and still is mainly a family business. Prospectors peg out a fifty metre square and drop 1.5m exploratory shafts.

Exploratory shafts are just 1.5metres wide

Exploratory shafts are just 1.5metres wide

Then the lateral tunnelling begins.

The tunnels goes for miles under the town and surrounding area

The tunnels goes for miles under the town and surrounding area

 

Artistic scars from the mining machines make for great wall art

Artistic scars from the mining machines make for great wall art

In 1972 mining was banned underneath the town itself, because of fears that it would simply fall in on itself. There was no detail of who was digging where, and most weren’t just digging, they were dynamiting too. It was the wild west of unregistered and unregulated mining just below the schools, shops and roads and right next to the dug out underground homes. The story is often told of the miner who blew out the lounge room of a neighbour chasing a promising seam.  One look from above and the endless miles of mine shafts shows just how real their concerns were.

 

The many dangers of strolling around Coober Pedy

The many dangers of strolling around Coober Pedy

 

The earth moving from above

The earth moving from above

 

They say there are four million mine shafts around Coober Pedy

They say there are four million mine shafts around Coober Pedy

Exceptions are made for tunneling to make an underground home. It’s claimed that one Coober Pedy bachelor miner has had to dig out 20 bedrooms under the town, “to accommodate his huge extended family who occasionally visit”

And it seems that all the rules, all the bets and all the courtesy goes straight down the hole if you hit the right seam.

The mines promise much

The mines promise much

Coober Pedy is a town of secrets. No one trusts anyone and no one tells anyone anything. Miners are followed through the night to see if they have found a promising dig. Fortunes maybe won or lost, but all go on under the cover of the underground.

The promise of riches and beautiful gems has also brought hopeful families from all over the world. There are around 3,500 people living permanently in Coober Pedy, with 45 different nationalities.

Welcome to the underworld

Welcome to the underworld

 

The underground Serbian Church is one of many different denominations

The underground Serbian Church is one of many different denominations

Some look for divine inspiration, others have divining aspirations, thought it was hard to be convinced that it really worked.

Divining opals - not a very productive process

Divining opals – not a very productive process

And if you can’t afford to dig, you can still feed your addiction, with a bit of noodling on the side – the terms of digging through the spoil heaps, or tailings, in search of a missed moment.  And yes, there are stories of people finding hugely valuable gems in a pile of dirt, of course there are!

Free noodling

Free noodling

 

The tailings from countless mine shafts just might hold that lost stone

The tailings from countless mine shafts just might hold that lost stone

Coober Pedy is a curious place, full of mystery and intrigue, where the hopes of many nations come together. Beyond its boundaries is the vast outback, and it also has stories of magic and mystery to share.

The Moon Plain has featured in numerous apocalyptic movies, including Mad Max. Named for its endless empty scape, it is also an important place in Aboriginal stories and Dreamtime.

The desolate Moon Plains

The desolate Moon Plains

The black shadow of a soft cloud is all that breaks the view

The black shadow of a soft cloud is all that breaks the view

The Breakaways are a series of spectacular rock formations rising out of the Plain in distinct and distinctive colours. This is considered an important place of learning for young Aboriginal men.

One way only to the Breakaways

One way only to the Breakaways

 

The imposing mounds are considered sacred by the Aborigines

The imposing mounds are considered sacred by the Aborigines

 

The Breakaways cast in shadow

The Breakaways cast in shadow

 

The shapes and colours all tell a story

The shapes and colours all tell a story

While the two prominent formations are known as salt and pepper or the castle locally, the Aboriginal story tells of two puppies – one white and one yellow, sitting down near their owner the “man” in the shadow behind them.

The rich colours of the Breakaways glow in the late afternoon sun

The rich colours of the Breakaways glow in the late afternoon sun

You can clearly see why the Breakaways is also the main source of red ochre (tudu), used in Aboriginal dressing up ceremonies, as well as the source of other ochre colours.

The outback surrounding Coober Pedy holds millennia of history. From ancient stories, to gems as old as the land itself. It also is part of more modern record-breaking history.

Part of the Dog Fence

Part of the Dog Fence

“A fence”, we hear you say, “it’s a fence”. It’s not just a fence. The Dog Fence is the longest fence in the world. This humble stretch of wood and wire built in the 1880’s is one of the longest structures in the world. Designed to keep dingoes away from sheep stock, it runs a mind-boggling 5,614km from the east to the south of Australia.

The Dog Fence stretches across the continent

The Dog Fence stretches across the continent

Hundreds of men live along the fence, working in shifts and sleeping in small huts complete with satellite TV and shortwave radios to keep the barrier intact.

You can see the Dog Fence running through the middle of the frame

You can see the Dog Fence running through the middle of the frame

But if size does matter to you, then Anna Creek is for you. It is the world’s biggest property, spread over six million acres, or 24,000km2. If it were a country it would be 150th on the big list – greater than 89 others.

Anna Creek - the largest cattle station in the world, makes the Dog Fence look like a row of toothpicks

Anna Creek – the largest cattle station in the world, makes the Dog Fence look like a row of toothpicks

 

The vastness of the desert

The vastness of the desert

 

The desertscape is far from flat

The desertscape is far from flat

 

A mustering station and dam in the middle of the outback

A mustering station and dam in the middle of the outback

 

Parts of the desert are as green as a bowling lawn from the recent rains

Parts of the desert are as green as a bowling lawn from the recent rains

 

Just for scale - the green blobs are full-sized trees

Just for scale – the green blobs are full-sized trees

 

Far from being deserted – the Australian outback is full of life and stories. You could say it is both an ancient and modern, priceless gem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Morning Twittering

It’s a sunny Sunday morning and the air is full of birdsong. Australia’s birds are a riot of noise, colour and character, so please meet the beaks behind the tweets.

From black swans to the explosively coloured lorikeets and rosellas, the kookaburras, currawongs, gallahs, emus and cockatoos, the native birds all put on a spectacular and sometimes highly comedic show.

Some have featured in previous posts, but this morning we have brought them all together to celebrate their diversity and uniqueness. We threw in a couple of ugly ones as well, just so you could feel sorry for them amid such a flurry of finery.  We defy you not to love them all.

 

 

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Fancy a hot date?

Are you stuck for the ideal romantic gift, something that will last a lifetime and also be a daily reminder of your affection? Why not forge your love in steel?

Just south of Canberra is the Tharwa Valley Forge, where Karim Haddad has honed his exceptional craft and now teaches courses in the art of Japanese knife making.

Karim- our guru

Karim – our guru

He promised to help us make knives that will last 100 years.

His passion for his work is obvious and infectious. His 12-year-old daughter Leila is already a renowned artist who is the darling of the Japanese knife-making scene.

Leila is a very impressive young talent

Leila is a very impressive young talent

We too are now converted. So how does such a love affair begin?

Well, on day one it all looks very unassuming to begin with. The studio where much of the work takes place looks very orderly and there is no hint of the sparks that will fly, or the grinding, filing, cutting and drilling to come.

Our studio looks very clean and clinical for now!

Our studio looks very clean and clinical for now!

Also on hand to help is Dean Jard – a cut-throat razor expert who sharpens his blades under a microscope!

Dean focusing on his special cut throat razors

Dean focusing on his special cut throat razors

Paper, plastic and a pencil are our initial weapons of choice, selecting the type of knife you want to make, drawing out a template for the blade and measuring your hand for a handle perfectly sized to you.

Blade and handle shapes and templates to play with and get inspiration

Blade and handle shapes and templates to play with and get inspiration

 

The first cut at knife design

The first cut at knife design

 

RTFM - It looks so simple, right?

RTFM – It looks so simple, right?

 

The parts manual

The parts manual

Then it’s time to get all fired up at the forge! Steel bars are heated up in a small but perfectly formed gas-fired forge known as a pig. Though she be little, she is fierce – pumping out 1000C. It is vital to work the metal as fast as possible, hammering and stretching the metal before it quickly turns back to grey hard steel.

Into the fire

Into the fire

 

The first hit, to shape the tang

The first hit, to shape the tang

 

Girl with large hammer and searing hot metal

Girl with large hammer and searing hot metal

 

But the heat is fleeting and the beating needs to be fast and furious before the embryonic blade has to be plunged back into the furnace.

Red hot and dangerous

Red hot and dangerous

After repeated firing, hammering and cooling – the normalising and annealing process – the excess steel is cut off and the remainder is starting to take shape, but looks like a blackened, carbonised mess.

Love power tools!

Love power tools!

 

Carbon plating

Carbon plating

 

Looking more like rejects than hopefuls

Looking more like rejects than hopefuls

 

The blackened blade is blitzed on a grinder to remove the carbonized coating,

 

Grinding off the annealed knives

Grinding off the annealed knives

 

Half way through and it looks medieval

Half way through and it looks medieval

 

Ground off and ready for the next phase

Ground off and ready for the next phase

and then is ready to be tempered. Once more into the pig, but at a lower temperature (a mere 210C) and then soused in oil to cool it at speed.

and leave to bake on gas mark......

and leave to bake on gas mark……

After the final treatment, which rather unexpectedly consists of lining up the gnarly looking steels on a baking tray and popping them in the kitchen oven for an evening bake, day two dawns, with Karim having given an overnight initial polish and what yesterday looked positively bronze-age is starting to look like the heirloom we were hoping for.

Yesterday they didn't look much to be proud of.

Yesterday they didn’t look much to be proud of.

 

An overnight bake and polish throws a different light by morning

An overnight bake and polish throws a different light by morning

But now the heat is on in a very different way. Creating the final finish on the blade sounds easy, but this is no ordinary process.

It starts with a belt sander, and works its way through finer and finer grade sanding, draw-filing (dragging fine paper endlessly one way down the length of the blade and then polishing or linishing with the finest paper and then cardboard until there is no sign of any mark, flaw, line or blemish. It’s back-breaking, relentless sweaty work in 40C heat but Karim will not let you stop until the blade is perfectly smooth to the touch and his keen eye.

Sparks fly when you are having fun

Sparks fly when you are having fun

 

The draw-filing can take hours

The draw-filing can take hours

 

Until the blade glows like a strip of silver

Until the blade glows like a strip of silver

 

Endless hot, hard work

Endless hot, hard work

 

The blade is then covered in blue tape for protection while we turn our attention to creating the handles. Much like the uninspiring lump of steel that we began with, the buckets of woody chunks and slabs show little of their potential and none of their final promise.

Buckets of wood blocks for handle-making

Buckets of wood blocks for handle-making

 

You won't believe what this looks like in the end

You won’t believe what this looks like in the end

 

The main blocks are married with smaller pieces, which form the guard and slivers of metal and cardboard that make up the dividers. It all looks like something from a kiddies craft class, especially when the gluing, sticking and clamping happens.

Building the handle components

Building the handle components

 

Geoff's handles taking shape

Geoff’s handles taking shape

 

Gluing the handles

Gluing the handles

 

Glued, clamped and left to set

Glued, clamped and left to set

 

Far from looking like heirlooms

Far from looking like heirlooms

 

But then we bring out the sanding big guns, and the handles start to show hints of colour and form.

 

Cleaning off the glue and squaring the handle

Cleaning off the glue and squaring the handle

 

Handle squared but not yet shaped

Handle squared but not yet shaped

 

Shaping the handle on the belt sander

Shaping the handle on the belt sander

 

It’s not until the last moment when the oil is applied to the handles that the final magic happens and our heirlooms blossom into life.

Waiting for the final touches

Waiting for the final touches

 

Before the oil

Before the oil

 

Before and after

Before and after

 

Our finished knives

Our finished knives

 

Rightfully proud

Rightfully proud

 

The smile says it all

The smile says it all

 

We love our knives. We are proud of what we have created.  Japanese chefs believe our soul goes into our knives once we start using them.  What better gift could you give than your soul?

 

 

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And we’re back!

The fog has lifted from our broken website now we have left the outback and re-joined the internet world, so let’s start with a little treat from our Flickr account.

We have posted some new pictures and for those of you that don’t follow it very often, there are plenty of older ones that you will enjoy. It’s the weekend, so get clicking to enjoy some great images from around the Australian outback. 

And while you look at those, we will get busy finalising the stories from the last few months before we set out on the road again.

Thanks for sticking with us on our Facebook page and we are happy that normal blog service can now resume.

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Home, sweet home

Geoff has been busy working on the Troopy – our new adventure wagon – and I have been measuring it up for curtains and mossie nets. But there’s something missing….

They say your home is your castle. Our home for much of the last couple of years has been a nylon fortress – our trusty tent, Chubby Coleman, so named for its significant girth when rolled up.

It is a fine tent and has kept us sheltered from everything the elements could throw at us, from sandstorms to hurricanes.

On a sunny day in the north of England the awning gave us great shade. It was also long enough to park the car under when we needed to pack up in the rain!

Camping in the shadow of Scafell Pike

Camping in the shadow of Scafell Pike

 

And it looked pretty cool in the middle of the mountains of Morocco.

 

One tent, one rock, one mountain

One tent, one rock, one mountain

 

Some of you reading this might scoff at our fondness for our tent, but how could you resist the romance of it?

By moonlight and camp fire

By moonlight and camp fire

 

And when the dust smothered any thoughts of romance during a Saharan sandstorm, at least it all stayed on the outside. The $75,000 motorhome camped nearby got sand in through every window and door, we did not have a speck of dust inside!

 

Trying to shake off some of the dust

Trying to shake off some of the dust

 

We have been talking a lot in the last week about our next adventure – around Australia. And before we have even begun, we are missing our great tent.

We sent it back to the UK with Charlie Charleston the 2CV, because it was too expensive to ship it and other camping gear to Australia. We assumed, wrongly as it turned out, that we could buy the same model here – a Coleman Mackenzie 4.

We haven’t given up looking yet and while we are still searching we are amusing ourselves with a daft video we made a while ago of how to raise a tent in under a minute (well, not really!)

Look and learn!