Five days after leaving Perth I arrived in Ballarat Victoria. About one hundred kilometers north west of Melbourne.
Ballarat is known for the Gold rush in the 18oo’s. In particular the Eureka rebellion 1854, when the miners took up arms against the colonial forces, built a stockade and flew the Eureka Flag which is still used today by the construction industry workers, in times of conflict with the bosses.
I was in Ballarat to visit an old friend who I hadn’t seen for many years.
After so many years in Perth where it was either summer or winter and mostly summer. To see the autumn leaves scattered all over the pavements, roads and still in the trees the reds, oranges, browns, all the earthy colours, gave me a lift hard to put words too. I grew up in the north of England were this was normal, to walk in the park with my old friend Beau and his dog radar, reminiscing and bullshitting about times gone by and times to come, was just the tonic this old bloke needed after such a long ride in inclement weather.
I am…. THE LONESOME TRAVELLER….travelling east….BE HAPPY
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