Wednesday, June 03, 2009
charlie goes to gladstone park
So Charlie and I spent a few hours in Gladstone Park on Sunday just walking along being normal. We came in from the Moonee Ponds Creek side where many Gladstoneparkers back on to the reserve. This individual had an extensive and valid pipe system which, post-water tank, distributed rainwater onto their little out-the-back garden.
They kind of blotted their sustainability copybook with the new aircon unit the size of a car though. Didn't see the size of their car.
Still, it's nice to see improvisation is alive and kicking in GP with a terrific set of bird scarers (or catchers, not sure) - of which this is but one.
Everyone there under 60 wears tracky dacks with two stripes, but they pull it off, so to speak. Additionally there are a lot of old people around being active. I didn't photograph any. But I did see this amazingly fine house, the front of which stretches the entire property. The front yard is brown rocks. All in all it says something.
We met a woman (her name we did not glean) and her beagle, Bobby. She was shocked to find that we had walked from Jacana (a full 15 mins away). You might recall a few years ago the man in the GP Video Ezy claimed to have never heard of Jacana. Charlie and Bobby got on OK, on a Charlie gauge. We were also pleased to see a small dog being washed by these nice people in the street.
They love their dogs in GP. This young lady was using hers as a husky.
Charlie was amazed by this gate-no-fence scenario. We have no fence at our house, which she appreciates, but it would bug her seriously to have to wait for someone to open a gate.
Caulder House but no answer.
We were mainly walking along Carrick Road, which is one of the main roads of the suburb although as you can see from the map above that is a kind of a random design idea; the roads sweep curvily through and like the best 70s suburbia, it's dead easy to get lost. Once you cross the western ring road, you end up in a whole new world, of semi-industriality en route to Airport West, though if you move north it's similar to GP and for all I know technically still is GP, or perhaps it's Tullamarine.
We saw a spectacular pomegranate tree which made me want a pomegranate tree.
Charlie saw something she wanted too but it was similarly unavailable.
We were both impressed by the patriotic nationalism of the craftspeople in this home, which also had about six cars parked in the garden.
And the colour co-ordination of this wonderful home struck us as delightful. (Not sarcastic. True.)
'All in all', said Charlie, 'I'm buggered now and want to go home.'