Lacking something to do today we caught the 12:24 train from Flinders Street to Williamstown. The trip out was quite interesting as we passed through the Spencer St¹ shunting yard with their hundreds of overhead wires looking like spiders webs and row upon row of goods carriages sitting on the sidings waiting their turn to be shunted.
The train took us out past Moonee Valley race-course and under the approach to the Westgate bridge, past some of the factories and we are houses in Footscray.
We changed trains at Newport and it took us to Williamstown which is the end of the line. We wandered up a street looking for the main street and as we were passing the warehouse the lovely smell of wool came to us. I looked in the broken window in the place was full of bales of wool and the stuff that woolsheds contain, wool packs, scales piles of wool here & there and other bits & pieces
We wandered up the main street and sussed out which one of the quaint little places we would have lunche in. In the end we had it at the Customs House which is a really nice place. I had kidneys and bacon (YUM!!) and Linda had roast lamb.
After lunch we went across to the harbour & sat at the end of the wharf where the St. Kilda ferry comes in. The mass of the moored yachts were all rocking backwards & forwards in time with the waves coming in and the wind made a high pitch screeching in the rigging of yachts & the mesh fences.
Across the other side of the harbour a huge container ship with “Toyota” written on the side of it was being eased away from the wharf by two tug boats.
We watched the ferry come and go then walked up to a little teashop for a Devonshire tea.
Back at the station we caught the train back to Flinders Street then the Sandringham train which we stayed on to Sandringham and back.
¹ Spencer Street is one of Melbourne’s main railway stations.
– from THE AGE¹
“STANDARD HAY BALES”
Not the newies with their silly van Gogh swirls but the standard block of desiccated perfumes. A fifty acre paddock gridlocked with them, each one is green and slow bunched is a caterpillar, the lasered space as chocked as a trailbike’s tread. Only once there’s one diving on its either end where the stron- armed bailer baled dissent (a digit raised against the uniformity on show) while the rest is passive in its even traffic jam which from above becomes a repetitious Pianola roll then in 3D is more like mid lines of tidy droppings. A lane is kept aside on each mowed stretch and well before the outside windrows are pressed the carters start to gather there like formalists.
– Philip Hodgins.
¹ This poem was printed in The Age, Melbourne’s main daily newspaper.
The first day of a new month on the first page of a new diary. Linda and I have settled into a routine here in Melbourne with both of us now working. I am working as a kitchen hand-come-builders labourer at the Saint Andrews Hotel in Fitzroy. Linda started yesterday in the laundry of the Southern Cross hotel in the city.
We live in a little one room flat at 24 Princess Street, Balaclava, which is the Jewish area of town so there are a lot of shops selling Kosher this and Rabbi that around!
The other day we went into the British Consulate and got our visas for England. The visas pose no problem at all, but the woman told us in her cute Pommy accent that we would need to be able to prove that we had a minimum of Australian $5000 each before and we would be allowed into the UK. So, I rang Joe and he’s going to put as much money as you can get hold of into my check account and get a statement showing the balance and send it to us. Then he will take the money out again. In addition to that statement, we will have our actual cash and my Visa account which is worth $1,500.
On Saturday night we went along to a fireworks display at Albert Park Lake. It was brilliant! Sponsored by Fox FM, the idea was that everyone took along an FM radio and tuned in to Fox. There were hundreds of thousands of people there and the music completely surrounded us while the sky was lit by three tons of fireworks. The bursts of the fireworks were brilliantly choreograph to the music which included great songs like “Waterfront” by Simple Minds, “What a Wonderful World” by Lewis Armstrong, “Thus Spake Zarathrustra” by Strauss and, best of all, “Man of Colours” by Icehouse. The performance lasted about 40 minutes and also included huge spotlights and lasers.
And so, we settled into our life in Melbourne. My diary goes on hiatus now until February 1st. Once you rejoin us we will be having some more adventures in the Australian state of Victoria and then, in March, we will jet off to England. Once we are there we will spend a few days exploring London then spend the summer working at The Woodman, a country pub in Hertfordshire.
And then, in August, we will go to Africa…
Bumba, Zaire, September 1989.
Black Friday came and went without any horrible things befalling us. Linda and I moved into our wee flat at 24/A Prentice Street, Balaclava and made ourselves at home. We have pictures of far off places on the walls and food in the fridge and a comfy bed to sleep in. It is home. At least for a while it will be home as in less than 2 months we will be flying to England. The first entry in this diary was written in Queenstown New Zealand, a long way from a laundrette in Melbourne where I am now writing this while listening to the lovely sound of Grieg’s Concerto in A Minor. The past year has seen a lot of changes in my life but I wonder what exciting things will be found written in my diary for this year!
Our flat at 24/A Prentice Street, Balaclava.
Thursday the 31st of December 1987 found us in a town by a beautiful lake in the mountains of New Zealand. I wonder where Friday the 13th of January 1990 will find us…
Got up and went to work which was pretty boring. Linda took me out to see the flat that she got for us and it is really neet! We caught the train back into town & spent ¾ of an hour talking to Russ & Gareth in the mall and watching the crazies go by.
A modern StreetView of our flat at 24a Prentice Street in the suburb of Balaclava, East St. Kilda, Melbourne.
I was up all night with a dose of the screaming shits probably from the Chinese take-away we had for tea last night. Went to work feeling pretty rough but was a lot better by the end of the day. We went to look at a flat in the evening but it had gone (it was grotty anyway)
Went for an interview at the St Andrews Hotel for a Kitchen hand job and got it. The hotel is an utter scum-hole which is being renovated. I was told I could start immediately so I went home & changed then started at 1:00. The work is shit, it is a dirty, stinking place but, it is a job so I will stick it till something better comes along. Linda and I went out to the Melbourne Uni hostel and left a note for Stefan¹, should he turn up. We met Mandy there and went for a drink at a nearby pub.
¹ Our German friend
² Our Welsh friend Gareth’s girlfriend
The St. Andrews Hotel, Fitzroy, Melbourne. This photograph (supplied) shows the hotel post-renovation and re-named The Pumphouse.
I went out & got a paper at about 7:00 but there weren’t many jobs in it. We went and had a cup of hot chocolate and a sausie roll at the Russell Café then mucked around the hostel till 12:00 when Linda went off for her first days work. I watched TV for a while then went out to look for work. Wandered round a few building sites with no luck then walked all the way down Swanson St looking in shop windows for that elusive “Help Wanted” sign. Went back to the hostel empty handed and Linda was home. She had had a good day & made a bit of money to pay the rent!
Got up and mucked around the Hostel for an hour or so until Russ arrived at about 12:00. We decided to drive out to Kingslake National Park¹ for the day. We drove out of the city & stopped for lunch at a place called Hurstville. Got to the park at about 2:00 & went for a
Russ and Ferg, Mason Falls, Kingslake NP.
walk to see the Mason Falls which were quite pretty. Went back to the car and drove up to the top of the park to a “Lookout” which you couldn’t see anything from because of the trees all round it. We stopped at a wee country pub on the way back to the city and got back at about 8:30.
¹ A 23,000 hectare National Park 50 kilometres north-east of Melbourne in the Great Dividing Range.