Well the move went without drama – that all came later!  Nothing too huge though, just annoying glitches to get over amid all the chaos of the move to a place that hasn’t been lived in for some time.  Still not spending much time at my new place as it’s all hands on deck getting ready for the Folk Festival guests, at the Art Farm.  It’s one step at a time….🙂

More later…………..

Endings and beginnings

It’s my last full day at the beach house before I move to a dairy property, and so it’s a pretty busy time, preparing for the Removalist truck tomorrow.  Fingers crossed it will all come together in time and proceed with no dramas. 🙂

I’m very much looking forward to exploring new surroundings including new beaches, and sharing the images with you. Before I can do much of that however, I’ll be helping my friend at the Art Farm in Port Fairy to prepare for the guests staying there during the forthcoming Folk Festival.  A busy year it has been to date, with many changes, and challenges, and a time for sorting out my priorities.  Soon, I hope, I’ll have a chance to simply sit on my new porch and spin wool, and watch the cows chew their cud. 🙂

Linking MCS and Autism

I’ve just finished reading Dr. Molot’s book, and thoroughly recommend that everyone one reads it, whether they think they are affected by MCS or not. I’ve been a canary for over a decade now, and would never wish for anyone to have to go through this experience. Let’s clean up this world for the future generations!

John Molot


Young women need to listen to the canaries

I’m in my 60s now, ten years into my second marriage, and my wife and I have six children between us. We are at a stage in life when our children are having babies and our friends and relatives of the same age are also becoming grandparents.  When we hear the exciting news – that we’re expecting a new grandchild – the combined feeling of joy and excitement is hard to describe, which helps to suppress the unspeakable worry; that the baby might be born with less than good health. And we have good reason for concern, because developmental disorders now affect one in six children.

Conditions like autism spectrum disorder (ASD) affect almost 2% of children, which is 8 times higher than in the 90’s. Look at the following graph. What’s going on?


Some people blame the increase in ASD…

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The Circle of Life

When I was a little girl, I learned to play the piano – a bit.  My true musical love was the violin.  One day the violin came to me, and decades later, we are still together.  However, after the first few years, it took a backseat to my love of horses, and was unplayed for a long time.  Horses could remove me from my environment as music could not do, and so it was ……  then a few years ago, a mandolin came to me.  Mandolin and violin are tuned the same, and I have to say, it was love at first sight when I happened upon it. So the mandolin and the horse co-existed for a time, as the horse and I took our walks down to the river, where I would sit and play on the river bank, while the horse Sally grazed.

Then we moved………….  and we lost that freedom….   and then Sally got ill…. and then she was gone.

Difficult as it was without her, and without any horse in my life, I made the decision that horses were gone and that music was to come forward again.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like piano music, I do, and in recent times had been playing a little on a friend’s modern Kawai. A lovely piano, yet somehow lacking the ‘soul’ I felt, of an old piano. Talking with a piano tuner, I knew there would be a compromise to be made between an accurate sound from a modern instrument, and having the feel of an old one. But lets face it, I was never going to perform in public, just amuse myself.

I’d had a couple of electronic keyboards over the years, but found them unsatisfactory for anything other than exercising my fingers.  My lifestyle though, of frequently moving house, deemed it not appropriate to get a proper piano.  They are not the smallest or the lightest of instruments to cart about.🙂

However, not long after moving to my current address, I came across an old piano in a Salvation Army Opshop.  It was at a price I could afford, and it included delivery. (They didn’t know I had steps!) I sought advice over the phone, and examined the internals, played it, and even found out it’s recent history.  Yes, it was old and battered, but was playable and had a lovely sound, and would perhaps respond to some TLC and a tuning.  It’s now had some TLC and is awaiting the arrival of the tuner.  Slowly, I’m getting back into it again.  And soon, I hope to pick up the others again.  Stay tuned.🙂




At home


My friends together