Destruction of the Park

This began just over a week ago. All reticulation stopped and the grass was allowed to die. Big machinery moved in - lots of it, working in different sites. Suddenly I could hear chain saws and six palm trees were felled in minutes, one after the other, falling like dominoes. It was heartbreaking. I’ve never felt like hugging a tree before but I did on that day.

If you’ve ever killed someone, it takes a long time to dispose of the body (illegally as in a murder mystery). It’s the same with a tree. Removal of the dead trees is still ongoing. A huge shredding machine works all day, reducing the wood to a massive pile of sawdust. I’m not sure where this will go, but it will have to go somewhere.

The secure fence keeps protesters and others well away from the action. This includes the black swans trying to find their way to the ponds:

The adults obviously remember where to go, but are frustrated by the new fencing.

From my balcony, I can see the desert-like scene with the dead grass in most of the picture. Beyond the fence on the left is the Crown Resort land, which is still green:

I could easily host a sniper to eliminate any more people with chain saws.

On Sunday there was a football game at the Stadium (the Asian Women’s cup with the Matildas vs the Filipino team). Spectators would normally walk across the park, having left their cars at Crown. I was interested to see if anyone tried to break down the barriers, but they all obediently followed the signs and went round.

On my way home, I passed by the 3 B’s and heard someone calling my name. It was Brian, a neighbour of mine, who said: come on in and I’ll buy you a drink. That was an offer I couldn’t refuse!

We commiserated about the state of the world, while I admired the huge selection of drinks available. There’s a big investment tied up in all those bottles!

Bushwalking Group at Crossroads

On Sunday, the Bushwalking Group met for the annual planning meeting. The aim was to agree on the walks for 2026. In the days prior to the meeting, there had been a number of emails which created some misunderstandings and a few people took offence when none was intended. It is clear that we are all getting on in years and can no longer do the long and strenuous walks that we used to enjoy. I personally used to think nothing of walking 15 km and on the Camino I could do this day after day: no problem, but not any more! 

Three long time members of the group decided to resign and join a more active walking group (Perth has no shortage of these). It was assumed that these three would not attend the planning meeting, so Margaret M and Sue drew up the agenda between them. We met under a shady spot on Hackett Drive near the river. There were only seven of us and we were all given a chance to say our piece about the future of the group. Most said they valued the social side as well as the walking, but we really needed to shorten them. Everyone was asked what contribution they could make in 2026. I was reluctant to put my hand up, as I’m still suffering from the after effects of shingles which sapped all my energy, not to mention the awful coffee poisoning episode. I don’t feel confident to lead a walk and the group really needs leaders.

We had a break for morning tea, with everyone providing a contribution.

 My banana bread.

Last Protest

Yesterday was our last protest against the “Perth Park” development before the bulldozers move in. There was a big police presence, quite a surprise for such a group of law abiding citizens. We were all assembled in the shade of a big tree, before we were moved on a little way along the track into the sun. Was this a ploy to make it difficult? The temperature was 35 degrees.

The media were there from all the TV networks, but it was only covered by the local ABC News at 7.00 pm:

People had brought placards, but the most ingenious (and useful) was this painted umbrella. It read “Our hearts ♥️ are broken”:

1 really felt there could have been fewer police and one or two St John’s paramedics because of the heat and danger of dehydration.

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A much cooler day was promised for Sunday, so I set off early to drive to Kalamunda Farmers Market.  I found a really good parking spot just opposite Vibe garage, minutes from the back entrance to the market. I grabbed a quick breakfast (coffee and a danish) before hitting the stalls, which were already busy at 8.30 am.

One of the best and biggest stalls sells plants:

This Chain of Hearts plant was one I bought last year, and has gone up a lot in price (as has everything). I must take some cuttings.

What else did I buy? A curry puff for lunch from Govindas. They are the same Govindas as the restaurant in Northbridge; apparently the chefs live here in Kalamunda. I also stocked up on fresh stone fruits: plums and white peaches. Prices were no cheaper than the supermarkets, but at least everything was really fresh. Look at this tray of mushrooms:

Escaping Ed Sheeran

On Saturday and Sunday night, we were being treated to extremely noisy events at the stadium. Two Ed Sheeran concerts (gigs as they are now called) would go on way past my bedtime of 9.30 pm. I asked my friend Val if I could spend the weekend at her place, well away from all this. She took pity on me!

Val lives in a retirement village, where every house has a tiny beautiful garden. Here are two of Val’s flowers:

Val has a black rescue greyhound, Maggie, who sleeps most of the time:

We enjoyed a tasty dinner: mini quiches and salad:

It was a very hot day and forecast to remain so. We went for a sunset walk, Maggie leading the way:

There is a newly constructed boardwalk:

It was beautiful late in the day:

There are information plaques alerting people to all the various birds to be seen:

Returning home, we saw the full moon low in the sky: 

What a lovely weekend I had!

The only downside was the drive home on Monday morning. The freeway was really busy and required 100% concentration. There is a new system of traffic lights at the on ramps, which allow one car through at a time. I can’t imagine doing this commute every day.

Heatwave continues

When I emigrated to Australia years ago, someone said this: in England you have to hibernate when it’s too cold to go out - here it’s the opposite when it’s just too hot to be outside. We are now suffering from an ongoing heatwave:

The daytime temperatures are bad enough, but last night it only dropped to 27 degrees. The only way to get a good nights sleep is to run the aircon very cold. Who knows what my next electricity bill will look like?

As for food, cooking in a hot kitchen or eating hot food does not appeal. I made a delicious salad bowl instead:

The saving grace is our swimming pool: a daily swim before breakfast is lovely.

As I left the pool, I noticed an ibis checking out the communal herb garden:

I have managed to keep the herbs alive by watering every day at about 5.00 pm when the sun has moved to the front of the building and the hot wind has died down.

Another strategy is to spend the afternoon in a cold cinema. I enjoyed  Song Sung Blue last week: