Unlike Humpty Dumpty, I was put all back together again.
The children’s playground sites ominously quiet. Swings are still. The wading pools empty. Teeter totters seem like lost limbs looking for an owner. The grass is freshly mown but no one is here. Where are they? It is noon, it is Thursday. These are beautiful gardens here in the middle of Oamaru.
An empty child's playground.
Established in 1876. Ah, some children have arrived. Thank god. It seemed like such a lonely place without them. The grounds await. Come play on them. Time for me to go.
Living in a fantasy
I definitely am a picture taker of broad scapes. I don’t like anything too close for fear of losing its context. Also I am more enthralled by the big pictures than the minute details. Unless of course faces in Mother Nature’s work – rock faces, tree trunk faces. Then that alone is its own context. There’s my personality in a nutshell.
Leave it to Mother Nature ...
I am a lover of parks and gardens, of historical building both in use and abandoned. The calm and serenity that envelopes these places leave you feeling safe and at peaxe. In all my travels I am drawn to these and seek them out.
By the way, when you go to Sydney look up the telephone book. My Mother’s younger brother went out there and he had either three or four sons – so there should be a few McDougall’s there.!!!
Can you give me a bit more detail – there may be a ream of McDougall’s – can’t assume they are all relatives!!!
Their Father was William McDougall who left Edinburgh – will ask Ella, she may remember the date. I’m sure there would not be two McDougalls from Edinburgh. He was one of ten children , two girls, seven boys and one boy died in infancy. Two of Mum’s brothers were killed in the first World War.