tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51398974583521717002024-03-13T08:32:01.262-07:00LettersStories & photos from Peter Quinton, author of DragonsEye and Wild Falls of SE Australia. [Views: 306,878]Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.comBlogger578125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-87831786981805975432023-12-15T00:48:00.000-08:002023-12-15T01:56:26.709-08:00Love #41, Wind-wolves raging<p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK2laQglXag/YRZay3huk4I/AAAAAAAADzc/XMi8J2qLCiQRNrUW8_TGAUqmufGlJl0qQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/CF_L7344-studio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK2laQglXag/YRZay3huk4I/AAAAAAAADzc/XMi8J2qLCiQRNrUW8_TGAUqmufGlJl0qQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/CF_L7344-studio.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Was there love before this life - or was it a mistake before the start.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I see you, as if in a dream.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> In the brazier dull and cold </div><div style="text-align: center;">that was my heart </div><div style="text-align: center;">you softly came </div><div style="text-align: center;">and dropped a spark</div><p></p><p>I was young.</p><p>We were protected from winter, safe from the wind-wolves raging outside. During those long dark days, we did not leave our farmsteads. Men and women, sitting together in the light of the fires. Eating, praying, loving and playing over the dark months.</p><p>In front of the hearth fire, Irish slaves drew whalebone combs through my long hair.</p><p>I played checkers and chess with my foster brothers, teasing them as I moved pieces across the patterned wood to thwart or permit their narrow tactics. We spun thread and mended the torn flesh of summer’s toil. We crafted soft cloth. We carved stories of the gods in driftwood and bone.</p><p>Then you came and laughed and I learned to dance above the clouds.</p><div><br /></div><div>Return to <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-short-story-series-index.html">Love (Short Story Series) INDEX</a> </div>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-78409073214919464012023-11-22T15:00:00.000-08:002023-11-22T16:07:38.465-08:00Letter: Dancing in the winds of uncertainty<div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bX-K39CDwdA/XFwawogjk2I/AAAAAAACGEk/cBb4qjHz-3oFOrYc36tdB6sSuKHmMDHHQCLcBGAs/s400/CF_L9714.jpg" /></div><br />To Francis, Good Health!<br /><br />It was good to bump into you and your daughter after so many years. It was a pleasure to briefly recall all those years we worked together rebuilding the civil law. I am sorry our chance meeting was interrupted, but promised to finish our conversation by letter.<br /><br />Pliny the Elder, who as admiral of the Eastern Fleet died rescuing survivors after the eruption of Vesuvius that destroyed Pompeii, left us an enormous body of work, 'Natural History', based on observation, experience and science. Still, the work is sometimes derided because the fantastical can be found at the edges, and because Pliny the Elder refused to deride the religion of the day. <br /><br />Pliny gave credence to the practices of an agricultural writer, Cato the Elder, who had lived 2 centuries earlier. Cato wrote about farming (i enjoy his books on farm practices and think you would as well) and developed a dietary method he applied to his household, to stave off illness and disease. He and his wife lived to a very old age, a result later writers put down to his recipes. Plutarch said:<div><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">He never required his patients to fast, but fed them on greens, or bits of duck, pigeon, or hare. Such a diet, he said, was light and good for sick people, except that it often causes dreams.</blockquote><br />Dreams might be thought a trivial side effect when weighed against the benefits of a light meal; but perhaps it should be remembered that many of the medical treatises from antiquity to Bald's Leechbook in Saxon times devote pages to worts that cure unsettling dreams.<br /><br />But let us return to Pliny the Elder, and watch the way he dances through this maze of uncertainty. He wrote:</div><div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">Cato was of opinion that hare's flesh, taken as a diet, is provocative of sleep. It is a vulgar notion, too, that this diet confers beauty for nine days on those who use it; a silly play upon words, no doubt, but a notion which has gained far too extensively not to have had some real foundation.</div></blockquote><div><br />That 'provoking' sleep, through eating a light meal such as hare, is jarring. We are used to the notion of lulling or medicating a person into that state. But Pliny then dismisses with prejudice the common superstition that the diet confers beauty (the word 'LEPUS' is passing similar to 'LEPOS') only to catch himself at the last moment in uncertainty. If the effect on beauty is nonsense, why is it held so extensively?<br /><br />Plato went on to laugh quietly at the practices of magicians:</div><div> <br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">According to the magicians, the gall of a she-goat, but only of one that has been sacrificed, applied to the eyes or placed beneath the pillow, has a narcotic effect. Too profuse perspiration is checked by rubbing the body with ashes of burnt goats' horns mixed with oil of myrtle.</div></blockquote><div><br />The thought of applying the bitter gall of a goat (which no doubt you recall) is surely a just desert for those who give credence to the Magi (although i note a recent study with mice suggests that in small quantities gall will not kill you outright).<br /><br />Likewise, the modern world has a fraught relationship with astrology and commonplace dogmas, religions and humanist dialectics. <br /><br />Today we are unclear how any can tell us much about the future or guide our paths through that future. The most commonplace modern astrologers, Weather Forecasters, (when not using their supercomputers to farm Bitcoins), confidently predict the weather in 7 days, sometimes 10. They get it wrong 9 times out of every 10, a worse result than throwing a 7 sided dice. But not all is lost. I think that the strength of modern day forecasters their lies elsewhere - each forces us to consider options and possibilities that might not have naturally occurred to us.<br /><br />The weakness is that those waiting for a predicted lotto win will wait in vain. This year, astrologically, all of my friends should have variously become happy, treacherous, loyal, ill, pregnant, menopausal and cancerous (sometimes multiple times). Few have actually transpired - but each prediction forces contemplation and allows a sequential focus on a different possibility. Other dialectics, humanist and religious, provide tools for helping to identify vulnerabilities that might not have occurred naturally to any of us. <br /><br />Please do not laugh, but a couple of years ago i did a good deal of background research on palmistry for a book i was writing (Catalyst). I ending up reading a 700 page comprehensive guide to the art and a ton of scientific papers from the 50s and 60s on palm crease association with clinical disease or behavior. While i approached skeptically, i left with greater caution, for there seems to be some association with the path of a crease and certain medical conditions (a fast diagnostic tool that, no doubt, is not very appealing to those who tax medical diagnosis). </div><div><br /></div><div>For fun, i also took on volunteers from work, to practice palm reading (to help write my novel). It ceased to be fun very quickly, for me, for when i started to explain how a life line or health line worked, i sensed great discomfort and anxiety in the person concerned. So i always trivialized and ended the sessions in fun, rather than being serious.<br /><br />Despite living in an age dominated by secular scientific humanism, we are just a heartbeat away from reaching for superstition. Just as Pliny the Elder was. All around us, the comfort and stasis of certainty battles with the desire to dance in the winds of uncertainty.<br /><div><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Vale</span></div><div><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><p>Notes:</p><p>This is one of a series of letters (2000-2020) that explores issues from slavery, law reform, deontic logic, plague and legal theory. Some were originally included in a legal text "Lessons" (2019) prepared for teaching legal theory to legal students. Others simply address or reflect on issues of the moment.</p><p><br /></p><p>Return to <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/p/lessons.html">Letters</a></p></span></div>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-17387330810140477122023-11-10T01:00:00.003-08:002023-11-10T02:37:04.877-08:00Five bells during the dog watch<div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes we forget the lessons hard-learned by our parents and their parents.</div>
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<br />Traditionally, time keeping on naval boats is recorded in 30 minute intervals, through 6 shifts of 4 hours. One exception to the rule is the 5th bell during the Dog Watch – at 6:30pm. After the events at the Nore in 1797, no English bell rang that interval.<br />
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In 1797, after four years of war with France, a series of mutinies swept through the English navy. For a moment in time, London was blockaded and the possibility of social revolution existed. Some, perhaps many, of the ships might have defected to France and the people’s revolution. Unrest swept through the fleet at Spithead (Portmouth), the Nore (London), the West Indies (the Hermione and Marie Antoinette), Ireland, the Cape of Good Hope and Spain.<br />
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The mutiny was resolved by the navy embracing structural reform – lessons which, by the end of the war with France, saw the navy at the forefront of advancement through proven experience rather than patronage (a culture that continued to pervade other parts of military culture until after the Crimean War). The mutiny at Spithead was resolved peacefully, through discipline, negotiation and change. The mutiny at the Nore broke up in disarray and was crushed.<br />
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Wikipedia records that: “After the Nore mutiny, Royal Navy vessels no longer rang five bells in the last dog watch, as that had been the signal to begin the mutiny.”<br />
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The lessons learned in the fleet were slowly translated into other parts of public administration – and to the colonies. Some of the mutineers from the Nore were immediately transported to New South Wales. A number of naval officers and crew also took office in the new colony after the war, encouraged by generous land grants. They brought with them the lessons learned from the mutinies and the subsequent struggle – and these lessons eventually shaped local public services entrenching principles of advancement through experience and demonstrated capacity. The alternative – based on the purchase of offices or advancement through patronage was specifically prohibited. To the best of my researches, the last local examples of such a practice occurred in the late 1840s, with the office of police magistrate based at Braidwood being bought and sold between a couple of army officers.<br />
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Don’t get me wrong, the doctrine of advancement through experience has always been susceptible to political interference, graft and corruption. However, it is difficult to hide such advancement. The principle itself has not been applied rigorously – it could be avoided or evaded in some areas such as judicial appointments and the practice of establishing stand-alone public offices (and appointing people of ‘merit’ to the office).<br />
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Advancement through experience within the broader public sector came under sustained pressure late last century with the tacit support of both mainstream political parties. Public sector ministerial advisors were replaced by political appointees. Finally, the Commonwealth Public Service Act itself was changed to require all appointments to be on the basis of merit rather than experience. For a decade after the reforms I worked closely with one of the architects of this change – and saw this person’s heart-breaking change from pride in the achievement to desperate disappointment with the outcome.<br />
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In principle, the change has much to commend it: merit is an attractive and deserving concept. However, the move from the simple and objective standard of experience through service to the highly subjective standard of merit introduces uncertainty, vulnerability and risk. It has provided a pathway for the re-emergence of appointments of ‘hand-picked teams’ to support a particular executive and, in some cases, the return of the obnoxious doctrine of patronage.<br />
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Today, we have lost the understanding brought about by the silence of the fifth bell – which reminded men and officers on the Navy of the abyss faced in 1797 – and the hard won value of advancement through proven experience rather than patronage.<br />
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(Background: This stub is about _Managerialism_ (a noxious system of belief, that originated in this country, and that has infected many of our public institutions). The clash of the concept of appointment through experience or merit forms one element in this critique.<br />
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My research has two short-term targets: firstly the capacity of politicians to appoint private staffers. I have mixed feelings about this - and the arguments for and against are finely balanced. The second is outlined in the speech research and concerns general public sector employment practice. Here the arguments are a little more clear cut: patronage is bad, experience is better, merit is great in theory but works like patronage in practice.<br />
The long term goal is structural change to remove easy opportunities for the private use of public property (ie, graft and corruption by politicians).<br />
<br />Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-62284128439686998002023-10-28T03:42:00.004-07:002023-10-28T03:45:58.733-07:00Slab Huts and other Ruins<p>I have been researching the different species of huts for the Long Tailor sets.</p><p>The first habitation of rich or poor settlers in South East Australia was either a tent or a hut made from wood and slabs of bark. The Comte de Rossi first lived at a farm he called Micilago (the area to the south of Canberra is now known as Michelago), in an iron bark slab home. </p><p>The old slab home was still in use until recent times. One of my grandmothers was given a slab hut as a younger woman, and made a home there with her husband when he returned from the First World War, sorely injured. I remember her home out on the western deserts, with its pressed earth floor and newspaper wallpaper in the central room. </p><p>Just across the my creek is a much grander building.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6X_VAFGyv91N-QpkJrHB5hcU0JJvSxS9jT_QlfsxlQlQEkovbirFe6twPCD-nr5O7plY9Un0GIhKqHNTYFRtQVhVSdxISH4oGPj1b8K01b2Y1O6VyAW6ebcqHkSTtB1R_JwiunScAbPdPyISopz4dgbKyxr8o4R40H4w8AxMV3pJszlcKdiV94xiIXC9A/s5184/IMG_4727.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6X_VAFGyv91N-QpkJrHB5hcU0JJvSxS9jT_QlfsxlQlQEkovbirFe6twPCD-nr5O7plY9Un0GIhKqHNTYFRtQVhVSdxISH4oGPj1b8K01b2Y1O6VyAW6ebcqHkSTtB1R_JwiunScAbPdPyISopz4dgbKyxr8o4R40H4w8AxMV3pJszlcKdiV94xiIXC9A/s320/IMG_4727.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><p>A little further towards the forests a more modern form stands.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjIiDZDk1jytfB-8ShfC_o0YdW_zFnQaxRHTfO5jcZ1DFmOLra1lopKvYl-9IlyadSMOpYoE2fBGjhZaHLc88VSTs3tj6mYP_ZDR_lhcB9Wjym6XNRqamTS-r6I_jwKv_Eg7OU_7lMlxLrSKh9eOby_dsIIDz_XvGlpwj1VSyeVX4xb33g8VlHP7sK4MdW/s3910/IMG_4956_edited-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2388" data-original-width="3910" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjIiDZDk1jytfB-8ShfC_o0YdW_zFnQaxRHTfO5jcZ1DFmOLra1lopKvYl-9IlyadSMOpYoE2fBGjhZaHLc88VSTs3tj6mYP_ZDR_lhcB9Wjym6XNRqamTS-r6I_jwKv_Eg7OU_7lMlxLrSKh9eOby_dsIIDz_XvGlpwj1VSyeVX4xb33g8VlHP7sK4MdW/s320/IMG_4956_edited-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><p>A gold standard ruin is the beautifully situated Brayshaw's Hut (built in 1903) over in the Namadgi.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5dj7yZNmrsip2R2i2rMWXgOCkzfCc3DmIfaKA2Kg1yQxwWHhaOTf9DC5Qy6TZEAsybnPdqrHVzzyJkBBxlKKse56AH29wzKUI34JLImg8IP7CFkaN86cCVzlTBTvQW72XZVbJHJ_GvCJsCzsFg6ABBhhyphenhyphen1vIzHlIDcdhsnWkTZZYRp2W87ZWpdJ41sW-/s5184/IMG_2514.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5dj7yZNmrsip2R2i2rMWXgOCkzfCc3DmIfaKA2Kg1yQxwWHhaOTf9DC5Qy6TZEAsybnPdqrHVzzyJkBBxlKKse56AH29wzKUI34JLImg8IP7CFkaN86cCVzlTBTvQW72XZVbJHJ_GvCJsCzsFg6ABBhhyphenhyphen1vIzHlIDcdhsnWkTZZYRp2W87ZWpdJ41sW-/s320/IMG_2514.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br style="text-align: left;" /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I once ventured there on a firefighter recce, only to find the set indistinguishable from the rest of the forest floor.</p><p>Still, there are a handful of other ruins - including some very old stone and brick constructions. Alas, like Ned's hut, some of those have disappeared in the meantime. Of particular interest, below, is a thatched stone homestead outside Crookwell. The thatches have recently been replaced by iron. While iron sheets was available for building (some goldminers availed themselves of iron as portable housing), building receipts suggest that it was fairly uncommon in the 1860s.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxvq5vrICwJtTHXNM7GKAFSfmmeRRpLewPJTisJeknbYHaPJ1dFqD3ESqurLHW2PsR0jH8aGdzTEgiRS0rEat25gBaL1D3y6FKKJ0mZgHp1v49etFkNJ-MV0YjPVCY4Tz_6r3G-U8JIept085-gvjsqga_mL0hwV2n7CYvkjFOfB5qEU3p7Jpd6EfFa1K/s5184/IMG_1854.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxvq5vrICwJtTHXNM7GKAFSfmmeRRpLewPJTisJeknbYHaPJ1dFqD3ESqurLHW2PsR0jH8aGdzTEgiRS0rEat25gBaL1D3y6FKKJ0mZgHp1v49etFkNJ-MV0YjPVCY4Tz_6r3G-U8JIept085-gvjsqga_mL0hwV2n7CYvkjFOfB5qEU3p7Jpd6EfFa1K/s320/IMG_1854.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlyFjSx4H13aDM0sAvEXvWCN0DyayvFewUHWckHC1TEBOhVUyO80I84u-rSLl3ZCmxev_7drBwls_egX1YTCgbG0Qt3VIrLvpd3VJVSgemF4lsR2TQMB6J-9cPYWrWwFDppwSbNXFTp1F6v2IyBl6rCtK_AoQWxc4nHCSKa1OzxCFlcKZ12sorM3l52gR/s4644/IMG_4947_edited-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FquMDHCCx28VMmw7Qiqvk_3OsD__II2NO21zbQN0L-QyrGV_26mhGQdQ5wqard84oyA0khL1StQENRwHXN1VhyphenhyphenOdUa5nnkw5lyAutPCP3hicWhbwb-RZVQUESmdTP5oWH30ox2-QhPcAM8m_5-6DZhsyPZu0QjDsHrgmTbpPKCyD8-vhbL6pwc4nFz-5/s320/IMG_9392.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><p>Not just buildings, but other infrastructure still survives - especially timber bridges. Fencing is more likely to have deteriorated, but there are some useful reconstuctions. The bridge below may have been in use near the farmhouse hosting the enquiry into the Long Tailor's death.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWX17Wihyphenhyphenr_pzMc7D-YINdEmD4dX2ZIglccTz-GRqtmAI6x7tkyadEKwD_zvFdmYI6YDC-d4GGRm9lulnhyGB5_GRCXQYEIEHcIW57IXT2KIGrlRbWU8E35Al9kktn8ovVxl33GSGh6WfDBFQEwGmy0sIs0Opn60SkD_VYVjKuDkgFhHIFl8gQhtqsdVJ/s5184/IMG_1702.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWX17Wihyphenhyphenr_pzMc7D-YINdEmD4dX2ZIglccTz-GRqtmAI6x7tkyadEKwD_zvFdmYI6YDC-d4GGRm9lulnhyGB5_GRCXQYEIEHcIW57IXT2KIGrlRbWU8E35Al9kktn8ovVxl33GSGh6WfDBFQEwGmy0sIs0Opn60SkD_VYVjKuDkgFhHIFl8gQhtqsdVJ/s320/IMG_1702.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p>While working on the Braidwood set, I was directed by the Braidwood museum to a video made of the 150th Anniversary Re-enactment of the Capture of the Clarke brothers. The DVD, available at the Museum, includes a useful visual description of how a slab hut might have been constructed. In form it is very similar to Brayshaws hut, although the elaborate stone chimney is instead made of slabs of bark, and there is only a front veranda, enclosed. We will probably construct 5-10 variations of the slab dwellings - many of the folk of the 1860 Braidwood district still lived in tents or slab huts.</p><p>Below is our virtual workshop where Braidwood buildings (Stone, brick, wood and slab) are taking shape. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAovS5-jKDbiKqaTXjtzr1N17cr7842FVpEzktjn1D_DSxxUBUG4dJmXQ_AzYahhzPFlsmP83u8bsj7tIkEZhTZUfGGr0Nw3uaZQpfMSzE9KUfYpDxUrZVtwOziN21n54zaAQqMdFwJeyoqDcNkrxhGywDpE78Pqww8giQhHvXihz_HQb9f_-gcFJ2GlmO/s1482/ConceptSlab.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="1482" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAovS5-jKDbiKqaTXjtzr1N17cr7842FVpEzktjn1D_DSxxUBUG4dJmXQ_AzYahhzPFlsmP83u8bsj7tIkEZhTZUfGGr0Nw3uaZQpfMSzE9KUfYpDxUrZVtwOziN21n54zaAQqMdFwJeyoqDcNkrxhGywDpE78Pqww8giQhHvXihz_HQb9f_-gcFJ2GlmO/s320/ConceptSlab.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzRXFV_Mgj00LEyOYVeIqiE0USqMlXG6AEA82AYBOyfFtKfTwv8n189iZpvHDMhovl-dWATuvAJs_BixERngdBoZKws86bzLPy26fVeKLthHxcD9_RunopLiZsGWQ07R3NholNVAYQfUDylpqVMajHf2uiiAISn1MUkdoQo-vh98WEGVV6CLaNBKnRF9k/s1532/HighresScreenshot00013.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="1532" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzRXFV_Mgj00LEyOYVeIqiE0USqMlXG6AEA82AYBOyfFtKfTwv8n189iZpvHDMhovl-dWATuvAJs_BixERngdBoZKws86bzLPy26fVeKLthHxcD9_RunopLiZsGWQ07R3NholNVAYQfUDylpqVMajHf2uiiAISn1MUkdoQo-vh98WEGVV6CLaNBKnRF9k/s320/HighresScreenshot00013.png" width="320" /></a></p><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-26055341705840386092023-10-27T01:09:00.000-07:002023-10-27T01:09:20.194-07:00Bosworth Falls, Mutton Falls and The Kings Dock, near O'Connell, Oberon<p> A glorious confusion of Scottish, Irish and English history contributes to the colonial history of the rivers around Oberon, (including the Kings Dock Canyon and its seasonal waterfall).</p><br>Some waterfalls could only be loved by their mothers, but some do not even rate a mother's love and have disappeared from human memory. Such is the case of many river features originally styled 'Falls' in Colonial times.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm57GJbp3Lg/W9qsmcun88I/AAAAAAAB5qk/bQIk8NXuWQAjhl61YBa25UUBYb16gw1hgCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_1816.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm57GJbp3Lg/W9qsmcun88I/AAAAAAAB5qk/bQIk8NXuWQAjhl61YBa25UUBYb16gw1hgCLcBGAs/s400/IMG_1816.jpg" width="300"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption">Boswell Falls</td></tr></tbody></table><br><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2023/10/bosworth-falls-mutton-falls-and-kings.html#more"></a>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-33702438725061667502023-10-25T21:26:00.000-07:002023-10-27T01:06:40.796-07:00Love (Short Story Series) - Index & Description <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akoGzNK3CAA/YLhkcnsyN7I/AAAAAAAADM8/FUkUiCc58SkknphmI4DJvhv88YnmZ3TYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Connected%2Bby%2Bpeter%2Bquinton-studio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akoGzNK3CAA/YLhkcnsyN7I/AAAAAAAADM8/FUkUiCc58SkknphmI4DJvhv88YnmZ3TYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Connected%2Bby%2Bpeter%2Bquinton-studio.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This series of short essays is coming to an end - and will be republished in book form or perhaps as a series of short videos. </div><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Index</h4><p></p><ol><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/short-stories-love-building-fire.html">Building the Fire</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/short-stories-love-telling-stories-to.html">Telling Stories to the Person You Love</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2019/03/an-australian-wedding-short-story.html">An Australian Wedding</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/sort-stories-love-fishers-belt.html">The Fishers Belt</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-5-short-story-series-while-crows.html">While the Crow’s Day drags on in the Darkness, We are the only Ones Left here on Earth</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-6-short-stories-what-becomes-of.html#more">What Becomes of the Brokenhearted</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/05/because-night-1805-margaret-on-being.html">Because the Night</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/05/letters-blood-of-coopracambra.html">Blood of the Coopracambra</a> </li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/05/letters-in-ameria.html">In Ameria</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/05/for-my-mother.html">For my Mother</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/05/only-we-dream.html">Only we dream</a></li><li> <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/04/in-minstrels-gallery.html">In the Minstrels Gallery</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-13-short-stories-here-is-gold-of.html">Here is the Gold of the Otter's Well Gleaming</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-14-bone-girl.html">Bone Girl</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-14-catalyst-mercury-in-retrograde.html">Mercury in Retrograde</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-16-advice-to-my-daughter.html">Advice to My Daughter</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-17-1867-stony-creek-jerrabatgully.html#more">1867 – Jerrabatgully</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-18-1882-jerrabatgully.html#more">1882 – Jerrabatgully</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-19-in-your-memory-i-still-live.html">In Your Memory, I Still Live</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-20-great-dance.html">The Great Dance</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-21-futures-lost.html">Futures Lost</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-22-moon-rider.html#more">Moon Rider</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-23-insights.html">Insights</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-24-love-in-time-of-plague-and-war.html">Love in a Time of Plague and War</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-25-seeking-happiness-marcus.html">Happiness and Imagination</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-26-marcela-and-chrysostom.html">The Shepherdess Marcela</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/27-mercantile-soldier-poet-abu-jafar.html">The Mercantile Soldier Poet Abu Ja’far and the Aristocratic Lady Hafsa in the Grand Garden of Hawr Mu’ammil</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-28-recollection-of-knight-of.html">Recollections touching on The Knight of the Rueful Countenance</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-29-in-this-life-we-only-get-one.html">In this Life, We only get One True Love</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-30-all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html">All Good Things must come to an End</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/07/love-31-unexamined-life.html">The Unexamined Life</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/07/love-32-butterfly.html">Butterfly</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/07/love-33-echoes-of-you.html">Echoes of You</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/07/love-34-abdulmajid.html">Abdulmajid</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/07/love-35-anthem.html">Anthem</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/07/love-36-den-fennella.html">Den Fenella</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/07/love-37-fire-storm.html">Fire Storm</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/07/love-38-into-darkness.html">Into Darkness</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/08/love-39-once-upon-sunrise-in-burrogorang.html">Once Upon A Sunrise, In the Burrogorang</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/08/love-40-i-wish-we-had-never-met.html">I Wish We Had Never Met</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/08/love-41-wind-wolves-raging.html">Wind-wolves raging</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/08/love-42-for-what-is-love-but-madness.html">For What is Love But Madness After All</a> </li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/08/love-43-fiametta-what-has-love-got-to.html">Fiametta, What Has Love Got To Do With It?</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/10/love-44-fiametta.html">Krubi</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/11/wandandian-falls-revisited-lost-lovers.html">Lost Lovers Falls</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2022/01/love-46-resolute-penelope.html">Resolute Penelope</a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2022/01/love-47-silly-love-songs.html">Silly Love Songs </a></li><li><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2022/02/love-48-half-life.html">Half a Life </a></li><li>Of Helen of Troy</li><li>Orlando and Rosalind</li></ol><p></p><h4 style="text-align: left;">Series Description</h4><p>This is a series of essays concerning love. Some stories are told around a fire, and some deal with romance. My friend Rodri points out: "La Vida I l'Amor son símbols de Llum, per que il·luminen de goig l'Univers" (Catalan: Life and Love are symbols of Light because they illuminate the Universe with joy.) While I will strive for happiness here, I cannot promise it.</p><p>Love in popular culture is often reduced to the romantic love of one person for another. A whole genre of our writing concerns the yearnings for domestic bliss or momentary passion. But a moment's thought suggests that the concept has a far broader scope, including the love of a mother for her child, the faithful for their god, or those who sacrifice all for their community. It encompasses subjects expressing love by flute girls and comic playwrights.</p><p>Perhaps, for a moment, let us put all those other sorts of love into a basket and selfishly concentrate simply on ourselves. When we do, we part company with Socrates because the concept of a crystalline or abstract form of love is a thousand miles away from the touch of skin on skin. And while concentrating on one in the absence of all those other intangibles that contribute to love by themselves, the bits fade like sparks from a winter's fire. </p><p>Unlike the Romantics, we are reluctant to say that love is no longer within our reach, having loved once and failed. While emotional creatures, we cannot adopt physical satisfaction as the sole criterion for success. While we might understand the point, the attempt of our poets and songwriters to describe love concerning the bliss of being lost in another’s eyes and body burns hot then, after the 10th repeat, simply leaves us cold.</p><p>But then, when each time we ask ourselves, “Well then, what more is there,” we turn to contemplate dishes yet to be washed, dinners uncooked, and floors unswept. Attempts to describe love in that broader domestic partnership sense engage different subject matters that can and must persist regardless of the desire. Relationship compounded by finance, dependents, and washing machines.</p><p>From a different angle, do we seek the love of Helen for Paris, or <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-30-all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html">Troilus and Cressida</a>, or <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/08/love-42-for-what-is-love-but-madness.html">Orlando and Angelica</a> or <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2022/01/love-46-resolute-penelope.html">Odysseus and Penelope</a> or <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-24-love-in-time-of-plague-and-war.html">Socrates and Diotima</a>? Will our love be so soon forgotten or distorted like that of <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-25-seeking-happiness-marcus.html">Aurelius and Faustina</a>? But perhaps our choices have already been reduced to those of <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-5-short-story-series-while-crows.html">Kormak searching in vain for Steingerd</a>? Or lost behind the curtains of time like <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-6-short-stories-what-becomes-of.html#more">Patye and Dawes</a>? Or maybe the intangible, <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-28-recollection-of-knight-of.html">Don Quixote and Dulcinea</a>. And, perhaps even the intangible tragedy of <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/06/love-26-marcela-and-chrysostom.html">Marcela and Chrysostom</a> might color our view of love.</p><p>Some have got to this point and concluded that love is just an illusion. Or perhaps it is just a pale jewel, some bauble for the young to chase. Some ask, “Does it make any sense?”</p><p>And then it starts again, lightly brushing against another’s mind.</p><p>There can be little question that the subject of love is often quietly put into a basket. Perhaps the same bucket we put all complicated things or those with no scientific explanation. Maybe the same basket we placed a mother's love for her child or the faithful for their god a moment ago.</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>Copyright Dark Aelf, 2021</span><span> </span></span></p>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-42510334779572773052023-10-24T04:54:00.000-07:002023-10-24T04:54:42.520-07:00Sacred Kingfisher<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/u/0/blog/post/edit/7348769820739647479/5541482735743822748#"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikdxvfZ_zjM/W94SBZKg9LI/AAAAAAAB6d0/71BYA1LGoTI562ohpXZbKLK9cNyVHYZgwCLcBGAs/s320/CF_L0043-Edit.jpg" /></a></div><br />A pair of Sacred Kingfishers nest in a nearby paddock in a dead willow tree and is obliging me with acrobatics and flying displays.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/u/0/blog/post/edit/7348769820739647479/5541482735743822748#"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVBtwaaZGGU/W94RrGYWWUI/AAAAAAAB6do/P3TiI1r2zsgnJjs_3Om0xU4VhGhQrZTtwCEwYBhgL/s320/CF_L0034.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/u/0/blog/post/edit/7348769820739647479/5541482735743822748#"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-ac5sVONd0/W94Rqy6mUhI/AAAAAAAB6dw/6wgWH_YE_Ok7rZSap4EKbaImJmTC7i43QCEwYBhgL/s320/CF_L0042.jpg" /></a></div><br />Sacred Kingfishers are normally greener - this small open ground bird may have a little Forest Kingfisher in the mix.<br /><br />I first saw one of these little guys back at the start of the year - it was nice to find a pair and a nest.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/u/0/blog/post/edit/7348769820739647479/5541482735743822748#"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qG1T_TTXjkM/W94R2aToaKI/AAAAAAAB6d4/OmlLqxgp8-4Y-Io4iYh1Z6xi1FsMdP0MwCEwYBhgL/s320/CF_L0128.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/u/0/blog/post/edit/7348769820739647479/5541482735743822748#"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfcHOiqEzmU/W94RrJM9IMI/AAAAAAAB6d4/pROve1js71MlbfhhONeorzgSFfP4nh0NQCEwYBhgL/s320/CF_L9969.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />At that time, a friend suggested it could be one of 3 possibilities, Forest Kingfisher, Scared Kingfisher or the Collared Kingfisher pointing out that it is very hard to tell the 3 apart without clear lighting.Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-76597195253344080812023-10-23T03:40:00.008-07:002023-11-09T23:34:59.775-08:00Letter: The law of Inns (2014)<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjyn9RI5e8akzAAUl6c_IXBwBPTDxeyJ2LicJ_VQtes3UMvnFk6CQT5ndayylL72i8714lH0UzbNVFpKSbOD0AfQWnexuWZ7YICuIdTkeBddGoiUFrWLfG9qjPlWgHEhFb8w7Ou5E57mHXoQNY2IyiIaCOHVcBbgL77wQAJWZD-GvisWLIYLCrDE-BCwA=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2040" data-original-width="1493" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjyn9RI5e8akzAAUl6c_IXBwBPTDxeyJ2LicJ_VQtes3UMvnFk6CQT5ndayylL72i8714lH0UzbNVFpKSbOD0AfQWnexuWZ7YICuIdTkeBddGoiUFrWLfG9qjPlWgHEhFb8w7Ou5E57mHXoQNY2IyiIaCOHVcBbgL77wQAJWZD-GvisWLIYLCrDE-BCwA=s320" width="234" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Long Tailor (Indya, 2014)</div><br /><p></p>To Madeline, Good Health<br /><br />The heart of a small Australian town is often divided between its formal and informal institutions: churches, schools, and shops. At sunset, a fierce rivalry emerges between hotels or pubs, as we call them down under. <br /><br />There are still a fair few pubs - perhaps not so many as a hundred years ago. Back then, a Braidwood letter-writer complained that:<br />"We shall soon have as many inns as we have inhabitants, and the publicans will be obliged to nobble with each other, or else do no business at all."<div><br />Welcome to Bungendore, a small town in South East Australia: home to several pubs. Let us start at the Royal Hotel (which took over from the former Royal Terrace, reopened in its present pleasant location in 1880 as Macs Royal Hotel before settling into its current name in 1886). A block away is the Lake George Hotel, and another block and a highway away is the Carrington Inn.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/u/0/blog/post/edit/7348769820739647479/3401525828920010197#"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62eDD9F1LF0/VDuJjpwTruI/AAAAAAAAPEg/7_BDaDBiPbM/w240-h320/IMG_2360.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lake George Hotel</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/u/0/blog/post/edit/7348769820739647479/3401525828920010197#"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKQH5EABaq8/VDuJjubZuPI/AAAAAAAAPEk/ZlvTTpwBPVI/w283-h320/IMG_2358.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tempting fare in the Lake George Hotel</div><br /><br />As the day ends, traffic slows and stops. Patrons, men and women spill into the streets or gardens nearby. Kitchens prepare meals. Refreshment is sold from the tap. The sounds of laughter and live music can be heard.<br /><br />Upstairs, cheap accommodation is available to restless travelers or workers from other towns, or those unwilling to walk or drive home (past, often entirely imagined, highway police who are just as likely to be sitting at a bar down the other end of town).<br /><br />Patrons are a fickle crowd, often deserting one pub for another, without rhyme nor reason. So, there is steady foot traffic between venues. Less frequently, a pub will get up and leave the town of its own accord. Such is the fate of the tiny hamlet of Hoskinstown, where the old stone Victoria Hotel (run by a Mrs. Walsh, and for that reason sometimes called Walsh's Victoria Hotel) got up one day one hundred years ago and walked off to Sydney town, leaving the village in the grip of two churches that glare at each other from different vantages (although, today, given falling attendances, it is more often a vacant stare). <br /><br />Many years ago, I spent some time studying the ancient law of Inns. Doesn’t matter what you call them – an Inn or a Terrace or a Hotel or a Motel or a Pub. As in your country, and most of Europe, a little chunk of old Roman law still applies, just to them.<br /><br />Inns are a fascinating subject – but I have forgotten more than I ever knew. Briefly, for a couple of hours at the end of a week, I gave up the practice of law and lectured on the subject of Inns at a local government training school, for fun rather than financial reward. I enjoyed the quiet Friday afternoons after work when students would become innkeep and teach me how to prepare different drinks and negotiate demanding customers. <br /><br />Innkeepers got some bad press in Les Miserables: <br />“as for the rest, all of them crooks… seldom do you see, an honest man like me”.</div><div> <br />Harsh words - but I am reminded of an account of an honest pub operated in the teeth of goldfield insanity (bushrangers and all), to the south of Braidwood. Our host was then Mick O'Connell, a man possessed of gentility, foresight and dreams about the future of the area, and the Jerrabatgully. One review opined:<br />"and we cannot imagine a more agreeable place for a day's gipsying; — we recommend our friends to pay a visit. The best accommodation and a hearty welcome will be met with at the Traveller's Home at Stoney Creek, the jolly landlord of which hostelrie appears to think that he cannot do enough for the comfort of guests." It is our loss that the inn no longer operates - the area is possessed of great natural beauty.</div><div><br />Still, the risks to travelers posed sufficient reason for first the Imperial Law, and then the Common Law and Continental Codes, to impose a sharp regime on inns and their ilk. These rules still exist quietly in the background. Civil lawyers like myself oft fall into the error of thinking that the law of contract or tort prevails everywhere – but when you cross the hearthstone of an Inn, you move back to an ancient legal regime of strict liability.<br /><br />Some of the common law rules still attached to Inns may seem quaint. If you are being pursued by wolves or rogues, an Innkeeper is obliged to give you shelter at any time of night or day. In modern times the rule has been invoked to hold an Innkeeper liable when he ignored a call for help or shut up early with vacant rooms. An Innkeeper is obliged to take all comers, local or foreign, and offer succor. That out-of-date tub of long-life milk (still, perhaps more welcome than kidney of a horse and liver of a cat) distinguishes Inn accommodation from rental accommodation partly from habit but also the law.<br /><br />An Innkeeper must welcome and keep your horses, carriages, and other goods safe. This liability is strict – and cannot be contracted away – although some jurisdictions allow an Innkeeper to reduce liability by providing a lockbox or complying with some other requirement (remember that long list on the back of your last hotel room?). <br /><br />Some rules have waxed and waned. Others are quietly overlooked in the face of new technology and consumer indifference – like the rule that pre-payment of accommodation forestalled other inquiries (such as taking credit card details).<br /><br />Some practices are simply in abeyance. An inn can be pressed into service as a courthouse or temporary prison. More frequently, it is an auditorium for lousy poetry and off-key songs, but then, sometimes for the emergence of great songsmiths and story writers and the movements that shaped our nations.<br /><br />Vale<div>Peter</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p>Notes:</p><p>In reliance of the unspoken prerogative of a letter writer, I edit my letters from time to time (each time relaying the changes to those I write too), as my imperfect knowledge of events changes my view of the world. Here, particularly, I have come to respect Mick O'Connell, known to me only through his writing and actions - and particularly his humanity in the face of a drowning in the creek I live on. It might have been a century ago, but his kind actions should not be forgotten.</p><p>Just recently I have been creating 3D meshes and renders of the Braidwood inns dating to the 1860s - only to come to the unnerving conclusion that the claim of a Braidwood letter writer that "We shall soon have as many inns as we have inhabitants..." was probably a slight understatement of the state of affairs. While the goldfields operated, the number of Braidwood inns and those folk they fed and housed was staggering.</p><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-69741540640076803912023-10-22T17:32:00.000-07:002023-10-23T16:54:30.751-07:00Tallaganda Wildflowers, Tigers and Leopards<p> Last year, heavy rain delayed spring, let alone summer. This year, bouts of cold and dry weather have delayed wildflowers averse of frost, snow and hail. With a little warmth, the orchids will start to shoot in the Talaganda in large numbers, shortly.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQvtVFqpyegELnqlsE6ietqY6_LOfvgM4svze3m4xBZuGkc9heSjlRNQ0f-TAT2Enx1kZGfu_eJHLd1-Pq-zJizbGs9O-KxoXgLwXH8BiuHKC71VXShqB7XsijNaR7n8k9ZlAWNPZvNIKMXRYN3vqMs-KVFGEiTve0_iPv4SuVrOLrpADa5G9j3J7jg/s3000/IMG_8833-studio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="2632" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQvtVFqpyegELnqlsE6ietqY6_LOfvgM4svze3m4xBZuGkc9heSjlRNQ0f-TAT2Enx1kZGfu_eJHLd1-Pq-zJizbGs9O-KxoXgLwXH8BiuHKC71VXShqB7XsijNaR7n8k9ZlAWNPZvNIKMXRYN3vqMs-KVFGEiTve0_iPv4SuVrOLrpADa5G9j3J7jg/s320/IMG_8833-studio.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">SUNDAY READ</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Due West of Canberra, the capital of Australia, is a dramatic conical volcanic plug that rises 800 meters from the river valley below. Frequently capped by snow, deadly cliffs are exposed on two sides of the mountain. It is unmistakable from a distance and is dramatic close-up. All around are a knot of other mountains. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEif6MWju9yJxVM6-Bpt8TSM57XNgHSdOz3he8ya7qagCJkjW2uZHxefiv856GHCp7uOhMLSS3Sw5u19nTQ5wEaMhhd8YmnJqXkFV6wDYmoQxS3ViegUSpIvqUbfK2iYLW3-9CNbtlGyT4kdyWzdmy_nX0EUp2-IhvEzXue0E7Clic22Rold1sbcz7lMOw=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1530" data-original-width="2040" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEif6MWju9yJxVM6-Bpt8TSM57XNgHSdOz3he8ya7qagCJkjW2uZHxefiv856GHCp7uOhMLSS3Sw5u19nTQ5wEaMhhd8YmnJqXkFV6wDYmoQxS3ViegUSpIvqUbfK2iYLW3-9CNbtlGyT4kdyWzdmy_nX0EUp2-IhvEzXue0E7Clic22Rold1sbcz7lMOw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg0HFrZg2fmyxCdQxO7MLY7Y5gL1jtPmMO8gY0sR4jO6NcrAqxiZNfhISezYXkaQGmGFeDqfzZ1B1-voJ8ShacPb2GLR8yWNOKV9tizKDOHT-Kpka1BUgmVxu8mtY1MpuQGcrXS9MTfmKUMyLDv4k9r-Y5aeEQ6UKjxz_SlGUNGf9YVxKnkUNCr2pKKJw=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2040" data-original-width="1530" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg0HFrZg2fmyxCdQxO7MLY7Y5gL1jtPmMO8gY0sR4jO6NcrAqxiZNfhISezYXkaQGmGFeDqfzZ1B1-voJ8ShacPb2GLR8yWNOKV9tizKDOHT-Kpka1BUgmVxu8mtY1MpuQGcrXS9MTfmKUMyLDv4k9r-Y5aeEQ6UKjxz_SlGUNGf9YVxKnkUNCr2pKKJw=s320" width="240" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizae6XP0AZyCZrQ48W17RZXNVwZEjPIHrExHpNDyU8fAh_RsaetVZEZalfmn-bpD35lTnX1TqCOid6x-YxH-n9ymplkeZYqvo4P_NVeMAKAEPUqMxnLQEmL2tL8EuKBQuAFnNiSqlHdLzWlVRBJh7nrqMQAjBF9vCiaNXkv_n165cMnJg3FPXAxIKyJQ=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2040" data-original-width="1530" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizae6XP0AZyCZrQ48W17RZXNVwZEjPIHrExHpNDyU8fAh_RsaetVZEZalfmn-bpD35lTnX1TqCOid6x-YxH-n9ymplkeZYqvo4P_NVeMAKAEPUqMxnLQEmL2tL8EuKBQuAFnNiSqlHdLzWlVRBJh7nrqMQAjBF9vCiaNXkv_n165cMnJg3FPXAxIKyJQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhctpf-r2dmLdedKCvt7fcuSUbIv5qjgxuR2aix-AQU0ALKDMnq6xML2KLj6lorTQ3Z-Y0ILEMQQSNITv94o06DolyfMLA785-3BI-l-3dUI9Q1_0PNdZSRHY9TbbrbHKbzTupOJVCiTMvVsh8OM0c0FIfCoQqmzV5t9iF3fDd2qE35Ea_NuiZzGcSXZw=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2040" data-original-width="1530" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhctpf-r2dmLdedKCvt7fcuSUbIv5qjgxuR2aix-AQU0ALKDMnq6xML2KLj6lorTQ3Z-Y0ILEMQQSNITv94o06DolyfMLA785-3BI-l-3dUI9Q1_0PNdZSRHY9TbbrbHKbzTupOJVCiTMvVsh8OM0c0FIfCoQqmzV5t9iF3fDd2qE35Ea_NuiZzGcSXZw=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>Today, it marks an important inflection on the border between the Australian Capital Territory and New South Wales. Once, it scored the extreme edge of the settled areas in the early colonial period. On October 14, 1829, the Colonial Secretary reported that Governor Darling had expanded the boundaries of the Colony of New South Wales. The proclamation set out the new boundaries by reference to landmarks including "the remarkable mountain of Pabral," described as being conical in form, a northern peak of the mountains of the Warragong, a lofty chain (elsewhere these mountains are called the "Lofty Mountains"). Governor Darling had recently learned of the mountain from Surveyor-General Mitchell, and that colonials were already droving sheep into the region below the range.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgjlsYyH8UUNnaNYLeFot8YNpEPKjd889X3dxlsubCu37jIaL4s0xJUplKc5k_c332BWZxh_RBHgL3NFkItu3cSWGX275A4SJBONuKDUB1xIwBgEs0Gee8w19qEamhodSl7926A9GDVocMoJ_w_Q2VVUkFLpASwy4EX75H6oheUpipuu-6fR2reYeG8A=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1530" data-original-width="2040" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgjlsYyH8UUNnaNYLeFot8YNpEPKjd889X3dxlsubCu37jIaL4s0xJUplKc5k_c332BWZxh_RBHgL3NFkItu3cSWGX275A4SJBONuKDUB1xIwBgEs0Gee8w19qEamhodSl7926A9GDVocMoJ_w_Q2VVUkFLpASwy4EX75H6oheUpipuu-6fR2reYeG8A=s320" width="320" /></a></p><p>Today the names Pabral and Warragong have been erased from modern maps. Pabral has been replaced by Coree, and the Warragong is called the Brindabellas. Herein lies the mystery - why did the names change, and if these, what others? 'Why does it matter?' is a more complex question to answer, and perhaps there is no comprehensive answer. However, truth in names-remembering and reporting is important. A simple example will suffice - a historical reference to Coodradigee might leave the casual reader confused about where this is. Likewise, a reader looking for a history of the Goodradigbee may miss references to Coodradigee. However, the two names refer to the same river: the Coodradigee from earliest times, the Goodradigbee in the past century.</p><p>In questioning name changes or substitutions, we must proceed with circumspection and cultural sensitivity. The Colonial Office and Survey practice retained First People names. However, local colonial agitation proved effective in replacing or substituting names. The well-known towns of Katoomba and Leura are good examples of name changes. In both cases, the original First People names for the areas were abandoned by enterprising land speculators who substituted names that had a nice ring to them, sometimes feigning support from local First People. Katoomba is the name of a fern with medicinal properties. Leura is the name of a place in Queensland. (This is not an isolated instance, in the Colo area, less than half of names have established provenance - the others may be of more recent or colonial-era invention.)</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjajaE3AhZkZGBDML2Er0OXmX2Me7i0yMURGOHt2HAJrH-o7p92Sw0iAcClxhcilSSO3YQFaRAl-BkzBA9VS2Z2XSP16TlDjV3w_uYm-8ObFsaMw-fuNqaDi7cskAXWHPcTfvdQEWQrQ1EK7ltuLFQdjWibmek_MnE6saFQHv-i7K87gKBYvOvJoE8bug=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="970" data-original-width="2040" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjajaE3AhZkZGBDML2Er0OXmX2Me7i0yMURGOHt2HAJrH-o7p92Sw0iAcClxhcilSSO3YQFaRAl-BkzBA9VS2Z2XSP16TlDjV3w_uYm-8ObFsaMw-fuNqaDi7cskAXWHPcTfvdQEWQrQ1EK7ltuLFQdjWibmek_MnE6saFQHv-i7K87gKBYvOvJoE8bug=s320" width="320" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhj-o7TUeVjYZc1rpRg-VfJrGAMARl6SGmFLOeBWQpspHG6D-WKlun4Rv5Pu-4jlI352eLpRyTZHht49SPKkft71XCc6x6na99i4Oi4I6t-LFC0cyyooIavS1rnuwbQAXFMGFDjIEwXNKtM6NZeFuO1OdW9_M3OoBApGB2jHc3sdj7-TnWY8USvHWmkbg=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1546" data-original-width="2040" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhj-o7TUeVjYZc1rpRg-VfJrGAMARl6SGmFLOeBWQpspHG6D-WKlun4Rv5Pu-4jlI352eLpRyTZHht49SPKkft71XCc6x6na99i4Oi4I6t-LFC0cyyooIavS1rnuwbQAXFMGFDjIEwXNKtM6NZeFuO1OdW9_M3OoBApGB2jHc3sdj7-TnWY8USvHWmkbg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p>The names Pabral and Warragong were passed to Surveyor Robert Dixon in the late 1820s. At the time, he was a trusted member of Surveyor-General Thomas Mitchell's team (they fell out later when, without authority, Dixon created a map from survey results for sale in England - a further scandal with the convict Marcella Brown followed in short measure). Dixon identified the mountain and the range from vantage places on the Tallaganda, together with many other peaks and ridges that retain the First People names he assigned to the survey. His map does not place the mountain with absolute accuracy - but, as I have learned by attempting to repeat his observations from the top of Bald Peak in the Tallaganda with similar equipment to that he used - the placement is tolerably accurate given the distances involved. </p><p>As were all Mitchell’s surveyors, Dixon was instructed to ascertain First People names for features he mapped. His assigned names were based on inquiry with First People guiding his party and those he met. However, most of those names have survived the test of time with little or no change (for example, the Yandyguinula Creek and the distinctive Palarang mountain - which he recorded as Talarang). Yet, while the name Pabral survived about 100 years, Warragong was gone within a decade. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwONGLK9Ai1SdvyxP9Duz5WhQYM4FHSlE-EE_dXsUjaaExeQhvy4U3LEkOyWds33sH5_9Ji0KN9fcuvfgIR_-KBcNwjMf_wLDly7TQ1SnzXcozGcWScHt78aHb1cD3pPVvZch44-iD53EPAFCOZFZ4rPHfJOGQjaWYFrV7uB9MAmqPajo_Hm5GTZZUQg=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1530" data-original-width="2040" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwONGLK9Ai1SdvyxP9Duz5WhQYM4FHSlE-EE_dXsUjaaExeQhvy4U3LEkOyWds33sH5_9Ji0KN9fcuvfgIR_-KBcNwjMf_wLDly7TQ1SnzXcozGcWScHt78aHb1cD3pPVvZch44-iD53EPAFCOZFZ4rPHfJOGQjaWYFrV7uB9MAmqPajo_Hm5GTZZUQg=s320" width="320" /></a></p><p>Different language groups of the First People may have assigned other names to essential landmarks. However, evidence from early colonial times suggests that the naming of mountains was an exception rather than the rule, as First People's interest focused on a myriad of names associated with waterways, paths, and resource areas rather than peaks. In addition, evidence also suggests that different language groups met to feast on moths at some of the key peaks. If so, names may have been given and the same name shared between language groups.</p><p>In this case, Pabral/Coree satisfied several naming criteria for both colonials and First People of different language groups - it is dramatically distinct, visible from some distance and different angles, and a rich source of food (moths), timber, and minerals. It served a useful locational purpose for all and might reasonably be expected to have a name.</p><p>Warragong as a name disappeared quickly - only appearing in the first maps of the nascent colony by Surveyor Robert Dixon and Sir Thomas Mitchell and a couple of the initial proclamations of the colonial boundaries. It was initially replaced by the musical 'Berindabella', which name was used by colonials living on the Limestone Plains and who traveled over the range in search of summer pastures until 1875 when John Gale, the influential newspaper owner at Queanbeyan started to use the simpler 'Brindabella' (I have included an extract from his remarkable account of a journey into the mountains and Ginini Falls below).</p><p>Not everyone followed Gale's lead: those who lived in the remote mountains still pronounce the names with a soft, familiar lilt - familiar but carrying an echo of the past. Pabral and Warragong were not the only names to vanish - thousands have disappeared. Coodradigee became Goodradigbee. Coolalomin was reduced to Cooleman, Duntudth became Tumut.</p><p>Pabral, as a name, still has a tenuous existence (as a locality and the name of a trail) although it has been replaced as a mountain descriptor by Coree. In 1875, after visiting local families living under the mountain, John Gale declared (in a fascinating essay on a daring adventure over the ranges to some of the highest peaks - an extract is included below) the imposing mount he saw as he crossed the range to be Mount Coree. Government surveyors ignored Gale for 30 years and continued to refer to Pabral - although in the later years the name was sometimes paired with Coree.</p><p>Twenty years after Gale's expedition, we have a fascinating letter-writing challenge between two politicians O'Sullivan and Moyse. </p><p>Labor/protectionist politician O'Sullivan (member for Queanbeyan), a friend of Gale's, popularised the name 'Coree' in an account of his own travel to Brindabella Valley in the 1890s. O'Sullivan's letter was framed as a moving account of the marvels of the mountains, as seen from a buggy crossing dangerous mountain roads. Like Gale, he did not climb Coree - only seeing it some distance during the climb from Blundell's Hill to Bull's Head from a buggy on a wagon track. Interestingly, O'Sullivan formed a strong relationship with Miles Franklin of Brindabella (and his strong testimonials delivered her independence after local rejection until her 'marvelously rebellious' novel <i>My Brilliant Career</i>). During this time, he may have been writing the melodrama "Coo-ee; or, Wild Days in the Bush", which sympathised with and praised the bush-skills of bushrangers.</p><p>Shortly afterward, O'Sullivan's account was forcefully challenged with the publication of diary entries and a studied retort from the Clerk in the NSW Legislative Council Stewart Marjoribanks Mowle. Mowle was a protégé of (Sir) Terence Murray of Yarralumla, of the Limestone Plains below Pabral. He managed the property through the great drought of 1837-9. He was husband of the diarist Mary Braidwood Mowle (whose father gave name to the town of Braidwood but who died in 1857). In the challenge, Mowle corrected the name of the mountain back to Pabral. He recalled an ascent of the mountain fifty years earlier by horse and foot together with a local First People guide. Instead of a road, the 1841 expedition followed the blazed tree trails of the First People and the earliest settlers. In his letter, Mowle took care to correct names and pronunciation of a number of other local names.</p><p>Inexplicably, Gale and O'Sullivan's 'new' name prevailed, perhaps by dint of O'Sullivan holding significant office controlling government lands at a time when a number of local name changes or pronunciations (generally simplification) were made. But, perhaps we should pause at this point and re-examine the evidence of the earlier colonials travelling these paths. I include (below) two letters referring to the first colonial ascent of Pabral in 1841 - an expedition from the homestead of an early colonial settler known for his friendship and reliance on the First People. In these accounts, there is no mention of the modern name 'Coree'.</p><p>Some of us hike or climb mountains for fun, some for the challenge of abseiling or rock climbing or waterfalls, and some for the pleasure of regarding the majesty of nature from far below. Throughout our lifetime, we may encounter nature in many different ways. Sometimes, we come into a place without any idea of those who came before us, or why. Sometimes, tragically, we do not leave a mountain. The ACT Coroner Ron Cahill found that Kripalini Baligadoo, 17 (daughter of the Mauritian High Commissioner) died after accidentally falling from a cliff on the western face on July 14, 1992. Others leave with injuries. Neil Anderson was rescued by a RAAF helicopter after a fall while climbing with friends on the western face in 1979. Even the experienced come to grief: two surveyors standing on the edge of a precipice using a theodolite when the earth collapsed, and they fell some distance. They were uninjured but became lost in the bush. But it is not just immediate damage - time also takes its toll. In 1994, the hiker and skier Tim Ingram (then 84) recalled adventures in the mountains fifty years earlier - but when invited to revisit Mt Franklin Chalet he said "No, not this time. I'd rather keep my memories as they are." </p><p>For my own part, I find that the joy of meeting a challenge is improved by recollections and histories of a place - without attempting to answer the mysteries that remain outside our reach. As a young lawyer, I was involved in criminal proceedings centered on an area not far from the mountain - and early proceedings concerned whether the site of an alleged crime was within the border and jurisdiction of the ACT Supreme Court. On a view during the criminal proceedings, I was gobsmacked by the beauty and terror of the fractured landscape - and subsequently moved to live close to the dingo-ridden mountains near Wee Jasper (close to Doctors Flat). During this time I became acquainted with the journalist John Gale who, a century before, had helped create the Seat of Government below the mountain and had recorded a splendid adventure into the mountains. During the time I lived on that old sheep station, I spent many years riding into the mountains and exploring the northern flanks of the mountain. My interest sharpened further while advancing Gale's dreams a little further as part of the team charged with establishing the constitution of the Australian Capital Territory, the first 'republic-style' 'state' of Australia for this marks an important boundary point for the new entity. It came into shocking focus for me during the horrors of the 2003 bushfires that started nearby. I was briefly responsible for an area of the fireground near the mountain. More recently, my friend Indya and I have been hiking through this area, revisiting old paths and walking in the footsteps of Johnny-Boy, one of our better known modern trailblazers and explorers - and finding the secrets of the mountain</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigtvmsy9KJ9Ilo8N1yfYWoi5u2ZEynx6xYEMx9LlPtqRd9iFv8yk-SN-C9g6IysyKCynQMDUHttZbbtkeItK02CLULM8HnigoW6A0jctV4JM_Zwcs-nBpZKOAgo7VKp5ec57cIPdWSO2l_k3MCjTR-7J4yevvGhHVeTNkQb4FZNQotMRav0svzj3mO7w=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="2040" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigtvmsy9KJ9Ilo8N1yfYWoi5u2ZEynx6xYEMx9LlPtqRd9iFv8yk-SN-C9g6IysyKCynQMDUHttZbbtkeItK02CLULM8HnigoW6A0jctV4JM_Zwcs-nBpZKOAgo7VKp5ec57cIPdWSO2l_k3MCjTR-7J4yevvGhHVeTNkQb4FZNQotMRav0svzj3mO7w=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfNGBWmxyZEjdvkd_FmO12h9PH_JWCpn09pdF8RZYuruGiReWpUivkPQYRv2UAzxgOxq0SizSH5w_KZ0KgJXaHXatCA_bTGBk5jelwH1cKVpGQgJzKkForIik0jy0Jo2jbWnzEVurrMG0pMSB59_7j94v1PcbiZ7_3KpL9zy6G7L8Wvql7MqV5tVM9UA=s2040" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2040" data-original-width="1530" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfNGBWmxyZEjdvkd_FmO12h9PH_JWCpn09pdF8RZYuruGiReWpUivkPQYRv2UAzxgOxq0SizSH5w_KZ0KgJXaHXatCA_bTGBk5jelwH1cKVpGQgJzKkForIik0jy0Jo2jbWnzEVurrMG0pMSB59_7j94v1PcbiZ7_3KpL9zy6G7L8Wvql7MqV5tVM9UA=s320" width="240" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">From the Diary John Macnamara (1841)</h3><div style="text-align: center;">(John was a<span style="text-align: center;"> merchant and shipowner leasing Old Queens Wharf, Sydney. He was a member of the New South Wales Legislative Council from 1856 to 1859. This extract from his diary was published in the 1890s)</span></div><p>March 5th 1841— Dr. Macnamara, O'Connell, and I rode to the junction of the Murrumbidgee and Queanbeyan Rivers and back. Mr. Russell, Clerk of the Bench, came to collect the census. On this establishment we mustered 108 persons, of whom 87 were Catholics, 17 Episcopalians, 3 Presbyterians, and one Jew.</p><p>7th. — Transacted business and left this with my brother, Dr. Macnamara, and Charles O'Connell for Condore Plain, at the foot of Pabral. (A peak overlooking Berindabella on the Coodradigee) Evening wet.</p><p>8th. — We passed a stormy night and suffered some inconvenience from rain, which fell in torrents. The tent was blown down once. We heard a coo-e at about 11 o'clock at night, and to our great surprise S.M.M. [Stewart Marjoribanks Mowle] rode up, having returned from Braidwood immediately after our departure from Yarrowlumla, and had taken a fresh horse and followed us out — his day's journey was about 85 miles.</p><p>The morning was so gloomy that we first deemed it useless to attempt the ascent of the peak, which was hidden in clouds. Nevertheless, having gone out to look for kangaroos, we walked so far up one of the mountains, that we were induced to go to the top, which seemed to be at no great distance from us. The day being cool and wet, we did not feel much fatigue, and after a few hours' labor we reached what we supposed to be the summit. . Having been the first there I marked a tree in commemoration of it. Here we sat for some time looking down upon the misty world below us, where the clouds were tossed about in whirling eddies. The view was grand though obscure, particularly through occasional breaks in the mist which gave every now and then a glimpse of the world below.</p><p>Having proceeded a little way along the ridge we found, to. our surprise, that we had still to ascend considerably. The range wended away to the north. We continued our laborious course for, perhaps, three-quarters of a mile further, and at length reached the peak which the mist had prevented us from seeing before. It was a perfectly barren rock, of a most singular appearance, which terminated on the northern side in a precipice so deep that its base was obscured by the mist. I went to the very edge and looked over with a strong feeling of pleasure, which was excited by the thoughts suggested by the scene. Then for the first time did the eye of civilized man look upon the spot — then for the first time had his foot penetrated the wilderness around. Dr. Macnamara suggested that we should say a prayer on the occasion, as the place was calculated to inspire holy thoughts. Before, however, we had time to carry this proposal into execution, the black who was with us gave the cry from a thicket that there was game in view, and we all started in pursuit. He had discovered a number of lyre birds which were a short distance from us.</p><p>They were singing most beautifully, and we listened to them with surprise and pleasure. I do not think I ever heard any birds that equal them in melody ; they saw us, however, and escaped. We then descended the mountains — a difficult task. On the way down, we saw several more lyre birds, at two of which I had two shots with my rifle. </p><p>We also started two kangaroos. We returned to the tent at 2 o'clock, having been six hours away.</p><p>We then mounted our horses and. rode back to Yarrowlumla.</p><p><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: center;">THE MURRUMBIDGEE MOUNTAINS AND THE YARRANGOBILLY CAVES. (Stewart Marjoribanks<span style="text-align: left;"> </span>Mowle - recollections of 1841 expedition)</h3><p>To the Editor.</p><p>Sir, - Attention has lately been drawn by the daily press to the Murrumbidgee Mountains and the Yarrangobilly Caves, and the impression seems to be that the latter are of a comparatively recent discovery. Such is not the case, for in the early part of 1839 they were known to me and to the late Sir Terence Aubrey Murray. At that time no exploration with regard to them was made, for we had other and more important business in hand to engage, our attention. </p><p>In November, 1839, upon a subsequent visit to Yarrangobilly and the caves, Sir Terence wrote, 'In one of them I found many human bones, and I brought away a skull,' which was in his possession for many years. It may have found its way into the museum. There is no necessity for me to recommend the further exploration of these caves, because that has already been taken in hand. </p><p>I would, however, draw the attention of tourists and others to the plains of Coolalomin (improperly called Cooloman) among the Murrumbidgee Mountains. The whole of that country is of limestone formation, and intersected in all directions with streams that suddenly disappear and come up to the surface again in limestone basins. At one place near its sources the Coodradigbee flows through precipitous limestone cliffs, and it is in this vicinity that caves will be found, some of which, at the time of our visit, we entered; but we did not prosecute our searches to any extent. In one I found a fossil shell of the cockle species, which Sir Thomas Mitchell pronounced as something new. Travelers on these plains should procure experienced guides, or they may find themselves and their horses overwhelmed in the peat banks of the streams when crossing them without hope of regaining firm ground. </p><p>It may not be out of place to say how I came to visit this part of the country, and on a holiday trip from school. The years 1837-38 and a part of 1839 were marked as a period of remarkably dry weather, indeed of a disastrous drought.</p><p>Water had disappeared inmost places, and the Murrumbidgee and its affluent - the Queanbeyan River - had become a chain of ponds. Grass there was none, and the only green food procurable for our horses was the reeds from the ponds; and butter, milk, fat, and vegetables were unknown luxuries. At Yarrowlumla this severe distress existed, as it did in the whole district, and the settlers were at their wits' ends to know how to find food for their starving stock. </p><p>It being rumored that the late Dr. Gibson, of Taranna, Goulburn, had at one time formed a station in the western portions of Monaroo, known as Nungar, Gurrangranbarra, Coolalomin, and the Long Plain, and had abandoned the same, Sir Terence (then Mr.) Murray was induced to make a trip in that direction to look for grass for his starving stock. With this view, he organised a party consisting of himself, myself an overseer (McNamara), a guide (Black Peter), and two blacks. We had six horses and a pack of hounds, the lastnamed formerly owned by Mr. Mowatt, of Narellan, and spoken of by Mr. Martin in his reminiscences, published in the Camden Times in 1883, and since in pamphlet form. We followed the direction as laid down by Mr. O'Sullivan in his paper of the 20th ultimo to the Sydney Morning Herald on The Mountains of the Murrumbidgee; but this was only then a marked tree line, so marked by the late Mr. Ward, of Paddy's River, Dr. Gibson's overseer. </p><p>We reached the looked for runs without incident, and thought we had found a roost- desirable place upon which to 'squat; but; the sequel proved that in this we were mistaken, for as the winter approached the snow came with it, and we had to move the stock with this greatest expedition to the warmer place from which they had been taken, or to the highlands of the Upper Hume, above Mr. Garland's and Sir John Hay's stations. Dr. Gibson had made Coolalomin and the other plains a cattle station; but it was untenable even for them, for we afterwards learned that the men and cattle had to make a precipitate retreat to the low country to save themselves from being overwhelmed with the snow which was reported to have covered even the huts. I will here describe a night I spent at Coolalomin with Sir Terence Murray in May, 1842.</p><p>...Here I am again at Tarrowiumla after having escaped dangers by 'flood and field,' snow and are, and being nearly perished to death in the mountains by the most intensely cold weather I ever felt. We got as far as Coolalomin on our proposed journey to Manas, and there were caught in the snow. We lost our horses for a day, or we should have reached the low country again before it had begun to fall. To arrive at the place to which we intended to go we had to travel up a very long plain. The wind was driving the snow directly in our faces, and you may think under what adverse circumstances our progress was; so we came to the 'right about' and commenced our retreat in a smart canter, rendered harardous however, by the snow accumulating in balls under the horses' feet, and made the best of our way home, which we reached in safety. We spent Monday night at Coolalomin, and a most wretched one it was. We had scarcely made ourselves comfortable (?) for the night - camping in the usual way — when the snow and rain commenced, therefore we sought the shelter of an empty hut ; but it-did not afford us the desired protection from the weather, as the snow drifted into it through the crevices of the slabs and bark. When I arose in the morning after having passed an almost sleepless night, I found a pool of water at my head, my comforter in which it was enveloped- covered with snow and frozen, and ditto the sides of my blanket. The winter is now too far advanced to pass over the mountains, and to sleep out at night, so we shall not for the present, try this track again, but go to Manas by Yass, €rundagad, Adelong, Nackie Nackie, Billipalap,and Bago. We proceeded on our journey towards the Hume, travelling down the Long Plain by Yarrangobilly to the Tumut (Duntudth]). Here our outward journey came to an end, for the horses were so completely jaded from the mountainous nature of the country that we were compelled to turn our faces towards home. Very little more riding brought our horses to a standstill and we reached the Murrumbidgee, carrying our saddles. The hounds had all disappeared, and neither they, nor some of the horses, were ever again recovered.</p><p>In these days when kangaroos are so numerous, it will astonish your readers to learn that in my wanderings through the Murrumbidgee Mountains from Queanbeyan to the Hume, during a period of many years, I never saw half a dozen.</p><p>Thus we could not procure food for the hounds, and we concluded they must have perished.</p><p>The native dog (Mirrigang) was to be seen at every turn, and he enlivened the otherwise silence of the night, by his melancholy howl. Woe betide the flock of sheep a shepherd may have. Just, for 30 or 40 at least would be bitten by him, and so severely, that few ever recovered from the effects. </p><p>How different was Mr. O'Sullivan's journey in 1891 to mine of 1839, and what a change must have taken place since then. We drove along a well-defined road and found the comforts and conveniences of civilisation wherever he went. I had to face 'howling wilderness' and camp out with the usual luxuries of beef, damper, and tea, a blanket for my covering, a saddle for my pillow, and the canopy of heaven for a roof.</p><p>The valley off the Coodradigbee, at the foot of the Berindabella Mountain, was not considered a good run in my lime. It would not fatten sheep and the 'licking' places' were fatal to-cattle. In fact, it was abandoned as being unfit for stock. In appearance it is as lovely a spot as can be imagined - a valley formed by the steepest of mountains, with a river meandering through it abounding ''with fish.' Its waters are the most pearly and pellucid, its sources being the plains of the mountains beyond, and flowing through limestone, sometimes caves and at others precipitous rocks. </p><p>In the early forties Sir Terence Murray's drays found their way from his estate, Yarrowlumla, in the Queanbeyan district, across the Murrumbidgee, the Cotter, over the mountains to the Coodradigbee, up that valley to the Wombat ground, down the Long Plain to Yarrangobilly; thence down through Murray's Gates, as described in Geoffrey Hamblin, into Lobb's Hole at the junction of the Little River with the Tumut; up that formidable mountain on the opposite side to Tumberumba; thence through Manas, and, if my memory does not deceive me, down to Jingelloe, on the Hume. </p><p>This was a feat of difficulty that would deter the bullock drivers of the present day from attempting; and those who know the route may perhaps indulge in a smile of incredulity at my expense at what I have stated; the truth is the same, nevertheless. I believe one man in charge of the teams, Pat Naughton, is alive at 'Klensendorfftes,' near Canberry. </p><p>I do not know Mr. O'Sullivan's Mount Coree by that name. I fancy it must be the peak of Pabral in the old maps, to which ascent is made from Condore Flat. It is to the right of the Berindabella-road. From its top may be seen, in clear weather, Limestone Plains, &c., to the east; and at your feet looking west the beautiful Coodradigbee, and mountain upon mountain as far as the eye can reach. Expeditions to Pabral were at times made from Yarrowlumla. Upon one occasion one of the party - a devout Catholic - was so awed by the grandeur of the scene that presented itself to his astonished gaze when he reached the top of the mountain, that he proposed we should fall down upon our knees and offer up a prayer of thanksgiving. One mountain in particular, with a rocky top, is the home of the boogong moth. It was the resort of the blacks in former times, who went to feast upon them. They were scraped into a sheet of bark, made into cakes and baked. There was a visitation in Sydney from this moth some 24 years ago. They filled the Rev. Mr. Clarke's church at St. Leonards. </p><p>— Yours, &c,</p><p>S. M. MOWLE.</p><p>Parliament House, Sydney, March 19, 1891.</p><p>( Evening News (Sydney, NSW : Monday 30 March 1891 )</p><p><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: center;">Six Days on the Mountains of Cowley<br />(John Gale, Journalist, Newspaper Owner and Father of Canberra - Queanbeyan Observer, 1875)</h3><p>About three years ago, news was brought in from Brindabella, the most westerly station in the high mountainous, country lying between the Upper Murrumbidgee and the watershed of the Tumut, that a stupendous waterfall had been discovered on a tributary of the Cottor by 'two diggers whilst prospecting for gold. </p><p>...</p><p>I had forgotten to state, that some miles on the Urayarra side of Mount Coree, at the foot of one of whose spurs nestled the solitary homestead of the good man just named (John Blundell), we met him and his brother driving a few head of cattle towards the river....</p><p>,,,</p><p>When our party came in sight of Mount Coree and the glen where stands the homely dwelling of the Blundells, the rain had somewhat abated, and although our route lay up a mountain track leaving the Blundells' homestead somewhat to the left Miss McDonald, with true womanly thoughtfulness and sympathy, suggested that we should make a call on Mrs. Blundell, whose only opportunities of intercourse with her own sex were on those rare occasions when a lady chanced to pass that way. Of course wo offered no objection to the generous proposal, especially when we found that such events were as precious and rare as angels' visits. </p>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-27790751217734253242023-10-20T02:02:00.009-07:002023-11-08T23:12:52.008-08:00The Long Tailer: Recreating 1865 Braidwood, Ulladulla, Majors Creek, Araluen, Crookwell and The Australian Alps<p> With the completion of our last feature film, DarkAelf Studios is now moving on to film the story of the Long Tailor in Unreal Engine. The film will try to cut through the fog of the inquest into his supposed death. I wrote a series of short stories about this many years ago, but since then folk in the Snowy and Ulladulla have helped filled in the pieces. </p><p>As time permits, I also intend to start filming a couple of novels - including <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/p/this-page-gives-links-to-writing-in.html">Three Wishes and Catalyst</a> - using the Unreal Engine.</p><p>To do the stories surrounding the Long Tailor story justice, we are recreating various Australian towns as they were in the 1860s, 1880s and early 1900s.</p><p>1. Braidwood</p><p>First cab off the rank is the town of Braidwood, once a regional capital, and in the present day one of a handful of Australian towns that still retain their early shape and many original buildings. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MeDcqsPTix4" width="320" youtube-src-id="MeDcqsPTix4"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A first render of the Braidwood Set taking shape</span></div><p>Braidwood sits in the shadow of Mt Gillamatong, and is girt by streams flowing to the nearby Shoalhaven River. First task is to attempt a recreation of the environment as it existed before settlement. At this stage, we did not attempt to place figures of structure on the set - but those who are interested should visit the Braidwood Museum for a stunning time line of human occupation of this region.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpZBInCQJvR-yIs8DAVhO_P2w5BT6NHwgHOUge1-D5IN4IiJwwzBZIhopeXW4OZwQHPngM5s1n901t_UJXWSYgTy3tzYqDNrdMzCJhvFZqlM354RSmjIGlQj4eT12xYeSjV4Rxhzwwr5taUD0UF3MzXITQkW5c5zdWaK8BYZvEl2KDmWoS73Bcb4rd6Sc/s3064/HighresScreenshot00010.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="3064" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpZBInCQJvR-yIs8DAVhO_P2w5BT6NHwgHOUge1-D5IN4IiJwwzBZIhopeXW4OZwQHPngM5s1n901t_UJXWSYgTy3tzYqDNrdMzCJhvFZqlM354RSmjIGlQj4eT12xYeSjV4Rxhzwwr5taUD0UF3MzXITQkW5c5zdWaK8BYZvEl2KDmWoS73Bcb4rd6Sc/s320/HighresScreenshot00010.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1cmYkgoaanz49ZxmpistaWLL1b7Bqj4lQdOzu20EOiyAzg3V9nXpuqB44QOaM24a0RzTSKP4nGavOC0Aik1iCywVG97PX_1cDJyUadZeC9XQF0-DxIUpKRAGN5JVsuGj6DxxmO370eKZXeJXaDnRMzU393xxwcZUb9IiDQafoYKiD80kIBTJMNJ603db/s3064/HighresScreenshot00011.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="3064" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1cmYkgoaanz49ZxmpistaWLL1b7Bqj4lQdOzu20EOiyAzg3V9nXpuqB44QOaM24a0RzTSKP4nGavOC0Aik1iCywVG97PX_1cDJyUadZeC9XQF0-DxIUpKRAGN5JVsuGj6DxxmO370eKZXeJXaDnRMzU393xxwcZUb9IiDQafoYKiD80kIBTJMNJ603db/s320/HighresScreenshot00011.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Off-set, our character designers starting to build some of the expected 150 actors in DAZ Studios using the Genesis 8.1 base model (using photographic records - although some of the facial hair will test them to the extreme.) Our wardrobe specialists will shortly start work on clothing and uniforms of the period (and we are searching for examples of everyday clothing - particularly cloth textures). Of invaluable assistance here are the many folk who have started to provide photos and histories of the period and the Braidwood Museum (I will provide a comprehensive list of these folk and their books and records if publicly available as part of the notes on this website). </p><p>We are particularly looking for any photographs taken for the Glaisters Gallery in Sydney by the photographers Millington and Metcalf in the 1860s.</p><p>The set designers have been working with a superb survey conducted in 1860 showing the location of every building (stone, brick, wood or calico - together with a series of line drawings) in the town reserve. On the ground we have been rephotographing and measuring the footprints of lost and older buildings and roads, which has attracted some strange looks from passing bikers. </p><p>Nevertheless, there are some pitfalls. A bridge (known as Potters Bridge) on Wallace Street over Gillamatong Creek (which some of you may know as Monkittee or Pound Creek) and the Police Barracks were present at the time of the 1860 survey - as shown in the below shot from our Braidwood set.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXK2rMNXX-UOjdC9x15dbxe3wPpeTdd81HwN4C0uJLCPhraUH0FabqM0toiCJmRkH8SFt9XRR939IMM3rHhYDVHn4drUSMyxWbF2WGFTKVUX85JntXjeXQpqjcTgBjjif6p1zcHyJ-7E6WXHJ6yQuqUHmsC2EZebY3pB-yQfmKhhfnfaDba7tveSl309Ul/s1532/HighresScreenshot00001.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="1532" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXK2rMNXX-UOjdC9x15dbxe3wPpeTdd81HwN4C0uJLCPhraUH0FabqM0toiCJmRkH8SFt9XRR939IMM3rHhYDVHn4drUSMyxWbF2WGFTKVUX85JntXjeXQpqjcTgBjjif6p1zcHyJ-7E6WXHJ6yQuqUHmsC2EZebY3pB-yQfmKhhfnfaDba7tveSl309Ul/s320/HighresScreenshot00001.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Potters bridge 1860, Police Barracks in background</span></div><br /><p>Within a couple of years, the bridge had been swept away (together with 30,000 bricks from Robinsons nearby kiln) and replaced by a weir (on which one of the towns leading citizens was killed by a horse fall). In front of the police barracks, a substantial jail was constructed. In 1865, this scene would have looked quite different - replete with those serving hard labor breaking stone along the waters edge. That simple example can be multiplied a hundred fold - and sometimes it feels like the map changes day by day.</p><p>Gradually, place-holder assets are being replaced by low-rez models based on the 1860 survey (as a side-possibility, the 3D meshes might be printed and colored using a 3D printer). Hi-rez building assets (those in which scenes will be shot for the film) will be scanned and render using photometric (3D mesh derived from hundreds of photos taken from different angles) or Gaussian-splat (emerging particle based 3D models) techniques.</p><p>The below are some of the low rez models starting to populate the Braidwood set.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsj8KJtGs8fM7-rdDGuT3FnASuh81VUC0rV22ISpRD4VFqQ8zOUjUe-wwpklqbDkM2sLrJ-myXfesFisUmzqMY6SQAAbHafEjgs2mKqFkV3M9rNccp06ED1bRP-1ALAfFDCD9y2Jwefwoi6RlWLNVQDDlzCZg2hRJLVlMbgThum8iLdaPUsqSAzPe7YjS/s3064/HighresScreenshot00004.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="3064" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsj8KJtGs8fM7-rdDGuT3FnASuh81VUC0rV22ISpRD4VFqQ8zOUjUe-wwpklqbDkM2sLrJ-myXfesFisUmzqMY6SQAAbHafEjgs2mKqFkV3M9rNccp06ED1bRP-1ALAfFDCD9y2Jwefwoi6RlWLNVQDDlzCZg2hRJLVlMbgThum8iLdaPUsqSAzPe7YjS/s320/HighresScreenshot00004.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Police Barracks before the move in 1864 to a reserve near the Court House ~1860</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZagQ4kko6TTPtjAcJ6MpaMKB-vKmGg3wnoCpWLgr5WK7uR5MyFNlS7qA3O6F9G-jv7Ok9Mjt4bD-Y8nXjdGfGaSojrqSmtR6yRio7lDND02PngT10Wb1OryAKzyrpgZx44braFr56JZLBh2XvFRMHo3GaPgBMOVgTKFLmFDoMyZ_KfnaOO21EWsswI4kP/s3064/HighresScreenshot00002.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="3064" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZagQ4kko6TTPtjAcJ6MpaMKB-vKmGg3wnoCpWLgr5WK7uR5MyFNlS7qA3O6F9G-jv7Ok9Mjt4bD-Y8nXjdGfGaSojrqSmtR6yRio7lDND02PngT10Wb1OryAKzyrpgZx44braFr56JZLBh2XvFRMHo3GaPgBMOVgTKFLmFDoMyZ_KfnaOO21EWsswI4kP/s320/HighresScreenshot00002.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Braidwood Dispatch (far left), the Joint Stock Bank (far right) and the Commercial Hotel (Braidwood Hotel) (foreground)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizH6_y7tVHCT-nNxFLRhBea3XLQhyyHjHMOY3LLcuJlMrEz9Eo_aEvKLu53IOKDwj7s4qwhyphenhyphen00eRyJ3QtODrZqReXpx6eCVGYG7iT2iZwAtonp4SJ_TRMahnE-Qhy-bjsYjkhxO7N3v7Ud8cgnIzDJt4armwJ0cRpz3LizsPXZQ45e7PI14IzwfpyNYV24/s3064/HighresScreenshot00007.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="3064" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizH6_y7tVHCT-nNxFLRhBea3XLQhyyHjHMOY3LLcuJlMrEz9Eo_aEvKLu53IOKDwj7s4qwhyphenhyphen00eRyJ3QtODrZqReXpx6eCVGYG7iT2iZwAtonp4SJ_TRMahnE-Qhy-bjsYjkhxO7N3v7Ud8cgnIzDJt4armwJ0cRpz3LizsPXZQ45e7PI14IzwfpyNYV24/s320/HighresScreenshot00007.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Royal Mail (as at 1900)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="3064" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-wHsCHxT5IuO8q_ZunuUiHFMYY0Ce-2T1T4NfC66rKcD0eQ3bOK5dIaRJxpdJNukfWD6iIJ-RDuzYtv_aKy4ePWQfeOu6SniG5ukYZxjTsYVbhIJrliAdquTFrKEyxZhSQaR9DOtD4I0wSUzc9ZsYaLn6WIExU27qz_i2IQV05Em2VMt3R5LaOsgcjZj/s320/HighresScreenshot00032.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Preliminary Streetscape 1860 Mackellar Street looking west from Wallace</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4sjLCh7rVF0e8CVaKXg0sWfVUeXTlOYaGljdJvfblwR5iOySFHPLdjFAYLN-FsnPwXJ7AYuJqW_SIIOT7NlaXfUrkmZT8TPLD2Lo1OHxpXpz9vVyCyfFwuUpQujsZa2lppxZ-CJRrN9coods_r_X6KvEIxFnfzMcLj4_pP2fBLeGFM6cXRa162xbxUUs/s3064/RoyalHotel_Museum.png" style="margin-left: 1em; 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The pilot is now complete and is undergoing final renders before release at the end of this year. DarkAelf will release a couple of sizzle tapes of the film in the next couple of weeks. We have planned a series of 9 shorter films to follow the story of Abby and screenplays are presently in preparation and will keep the team of writers, costume designers, actors and set builders busy over the next couple of years. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOmgAIVv_NUlachnYVLL3OS9WLbH4hFyyTi8sl5B-e1zpP4MJ_6UgQeWyysYYx-jtXxYlcqmyOGmAen0HBWv52ZvvthjnJKqQCiUMf5bDcF5T_yLLEePm6U5D6ntHE9FpgLKGUBy28z3gD31rJG0sli6gLC_pZmQKPfhqnYF15ryfJNv5KZAnaWrfijZb/s1559/Abby_Sissle2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="1559" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOmgAIVv_NUlachnYVLL3OS9WLbH4hFyyTi8sl5B-e1zpP4MJ_6UgQeWyysYYx-jtXxYlcqmyOGmAen0HBWv52ZvvthjnJKqQCiUMf5bDcF5T_yLLEePm6U5D6ntHE9FpgLKGUBy28z3gD31rJG0sli6gLC_pZmQKPfhqnYF15ryfJNv5KZAnaWrfijZb/s320/Abby_Sissle2.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Abby, health weaver</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkpwwPT3Eov_iqT-wC11mbW6khHTAoaETKsLkjiM1OQasvlTxbIKfK6PcmrxuWBsPiqvHpaNqvzsjHMuLgDgGsiqwZLgdbMQhB7JGXeqHIkEC9G5phXg5tzhuGZnbzEZ1zIbqyArVMVU-e-n7NEF_x08w7iTnN1MOm620oX9WCcngAoajqVDW27nIIg/s4032/IMG_8839-studio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkpwwPT3Eov_iqT-wC11mbW6khHTAoaETKsLkjiM1OQasvlTxbIKfK6PcmrxuWBsPiqvHpaNqvzsjHMuLgDgGsiqwZLgdbMQhB7JGXeqHIkEC9G5phXg5tzhuGZnbzEZ1zIbqyArVMVU-e-n7NEF_x08w7iTnN1MOm620oX9WCcngAoajqVDW27nIIg/s320/IMG_8839-studio.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Raggeds Fall is thundering, and the path to the falls is full of wildflowers. The entrance to the falls could not be more dramatic, as the path plunges into the Molonglo Gorge above the small town of Captains Flat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFehWnvD3szo5MaLJH_MYbnQp40ru5Aw5Fn1qWKZ07aLW_qTuao4wzzQzPGvre1XQajfz9C6yk8mFzekk_7NjVdUVO04-vLsTwepFHLkB5VLVTeLFXFjSWyW84CgfmeUeT8BHngS_twjFLzyd27WxXpxz-8qaLo6uaFquy3r2BGjuL4ciCRaBDxABbw/s3569/CF_L5578-studio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3569" data-original-width="3524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFehWnvD3szo5MaLJH_MYbnQp40ru5Aw5Fn1qWKZ07aLW_qTuao4wzzQzPGvre1XQajfz9C6yk8mFzekk_7NjVdUVO04-vLsTwepFHLkB5VLVTeLFXFjSWyW84CgfmeUeT8BHngS_twjFLzyd27WxXpxz-8qaLo6uaFquy3r2BGjuL4ciCRaBDxABbw/s320/CF_L5578-studio.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Be aware that Google Maps will just get you lost. A scratch map to the falls can be found here - or you can follow my path to the bottom of the falls using the Gaia GPS path <a href="https://www.gaiagps.com/map/?trackId=3e650f99f8e87b870fcbfe4e684f562b&loc=15.0/149.4421/-35.6075&layer=GaiaTopoRasterFeet">here</a> or the map below (note that the falls is on the lower path to the river). If you are prepared for a scramble and the water is not too high, you can also (carefully) get to the top of the falls (path indicated in purple below) - but this is much harder.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPRU_F_DYLXqCWwe7d6BgPeZw6Hp6_mG8SabHoly3iicwRz7WT8ZJaIHPVFFPZOXyF7rfnnBBRByBB_VAwAMdIc_HJnWp-uI4e1En_kcbs4r-kmEs94re1rzx7Uj6HiXsozwL8rGT1CmpiwYLJYEL07jXHRaxkJmLOim1zjYRggSMPYxhILpPc7P5pQ/s729/Screenshot%20(713).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="729" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPRU_F_DYLXqCWwe7d6BgPeZw6Hp6_mG8SabHoly3iicwRz7WT8ZJaIHPVFFPZOXyF7rfnnBBRByBB_VAwAMdIc_HJnWp-uI4e1En_kcbs4r-kmEs94re1rzx7Uj6HiXsozwL8rGT1CmpiwYLJYEL07jXHRaxkJmLOim1zjYRggSMPYxhILpPc7P5pQ/s320/Screenshot%20(713).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A tree has fallen across the path - but it is fairly easy to clamber through it to follow the defined path. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6Nq2aVE9nAsltAGqE6V5DsVFJGlFCKqX5Z1Jt6iXgPVZyzrkR5CD1GEVrXR3_OVtwCO7AcTjShlwoUhBa57FGyAxPGhIDcEmP6MgIzoiojXJXLYXGtiJf3h9yhUDS8SoaIx6Onora7b1gvoR-UcPbCLDk66h3TStdC2dJe56-1N2MggSkrPJspDFVg/s4032/IMG_8847.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6Nq2aVE9nAsltAGqE6V5DsVFJGlFCKqX5Z1Jt6iXgPVZyzrkR5CD1GEVrXR3_OVtwCO7AcTjShlwoUhBa57FGyAxPGhIDcEmP6MgIzoiojXJXLYXGtiJf3h9yhUDS8SoaIx6Onora7b1gvoR-UcPbCLDk66h3TStdC2dJe56-1N2MggSkrPJspDFVg/s320/IMG_8847.jpg" width="240" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj_4eZDmgEu99junamuSqo0n9-u-jlPcnTTPburH3BJiV1eBzorXRofVBX1DpxtqODBSYqhzrU9QYrytAZB6KU3P3wnlyVRovC7Y3mCqQyAwpjEZuWkjNh4pyIoNGVlThsrPXRBG2drYjv6USbsrc84sUSoaCQqAG6BuhkMKtZlM-QXNu560-6p2SQtg/s4032/IMG_8851.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj_4eZDmgEu99junamuSqo0n9-u-jlPcnTTPburH3BJiV1eBzorXRofVBX1DpxtqODBSYqhzrU9QYrytAZB6KU3P3wnlyVRovC7Y3mCqQyAwpjEZuWkjNh4pyIoNGVlThsrPXRBG2drYjv6USbsrc84sUSoaCQqAG6BuhkMKtZlM-QXNu560-6p2SQtg/s320/IMG_8851.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Earlier visits can be found <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/02/raggeds-falls-molonglo-river-crown-land.html">here</a>, and <a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2022/01/raggeds-falls-and-mid-summer-orchids.html">here</a> (top of falls visit)<p></p>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-57846264493505053412023-10-12T01:31:00.000-07:002023-10-13T00:39:02.569-07:00Nanima Falls, Wambool (Macquarie River), Wellington in the nation of the Wiradjuri<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0p4osfT16U/YC4bNijV7ZI/AAAAAAAACno/DiqxJwlRa18m52JR9_evpECWQneb8zndgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1374/IMG_8003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1374" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0p4osfT16U/YC4bNijV7ZI/AAAAAAAACno/DiqxJwlRa18m52JR9_evpECWQneb8zndgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_8003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLBiroePYcg/YC4b5TglnaI/AAAAAAAACn4/lUJi-HAp7hEjOrzDDVy6toCmx_uCcsz1QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1374/CF_L2715-Edit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1374" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLBiroePYcg/YC4b5TglnaI/AAAAAAAACn4/lUJi-HAp7hEjOrzDDVy6toCmx_uCcsz1QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/CF_L2715-Edit.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Out west, the great rivers slow and eventually seep into salty marshes. There are few hills to speak of, and when it rains, the water sits sullenly, unmoving, until the sun drinks it away. As young children, we would climb haystacks and imagine what a hill might look like, but never conceived in our wildest dreams a waterfall in the marriage of hill and water. <p></p><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPFab2OMDjw/YC4b5KZne5I/AAAAAAAACn0/CgsjMkkM6hcaTnvqDQTbyfz5u7Lg-SfwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1374/CF_L2721.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1374" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPFab2OMDjw/YC4b5KZne5I/AAAAAAAACn0/CgsjMkkM6hcaTnvqDQTbyfz5u7Lg-SfwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/CF_L2721.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>The Wirrum Wirrum people (a clan of the Wiradjuri) call this, their home, Binjang (the beautiful valley). They explain the importance of these places to allow the first people to cross rivers - which can be difficult in years or decades of above-average rain. These river valleys are rich troves of food but they contain many dangers - particularly underwater trees ("snags") which can trap the most experienced (and explains the strict first people law prohibiting entering water when muddy or reflecting clouds). Like the Wirrum Wirrum woman Eumalga, my mother once almost drowned trapped in a snag in this river, while skipping school, downstream at Dubbo.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QPt8VcsQRk/YC4byZuvz_I/AAAAAAAACnw/hsP9N2RuW0omZ2oeGcpJ4SK2K7XkIfgWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1374/CF_L2722.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1374" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QPt8VcsQRk/YC4byZuvz_I/AAAAAAAACnw/hsP9N2RuW0omZ2oeGcpJ4SK2K7XkIfgWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/CF_L2722.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Early colonials called a rocky area on a creek bed a 'fall' signifying where a wagon drawn by oxen might cross without bogging. At Nanima, as the river closes in on the rocky mountains near Wellington, the river encounters a granite pinch and runs roughly over a hard surface. Ponto Falls, further down the river, has a much more pronounced pinch and a longer run. You may find some of these 'falls' on old maps, but most have lost significance with permanent bridges. Still, some are now stock reserves, rest areas, or recreation places. Others require detective work, scouting roads called after a fall or references to falls in old town histories or adventures in explorer logs. </p><p>Nanima Falls has fallen off the maps but lies on a town road still called "Falls Road." The first explorers to float down the river here talk of encountering a river fall somewhere in this vicinity. The falls we see today quite different from those of past times. Masons and road builders have broken the original rock wall (and spread the dross downstream). It has been leveled and tarred to create a weir and level crossing.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0cu2V_w1Og/YC4caNdNwDI/AAAAAAAACoI/fkKaCJa2Dfod34LygHbXJbrC9KZOSgiPACLcBGAsYHQ/s1374/P1050711.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1374" data-original-width="1032" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0cu2V_w1Og/YC4caNdNwDI/AAAAAAAACoI/fkKaCJa2Dfod34LygHbXJbrC9KZOSgiPACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1050711.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Elsewhere snowmelt sets the great western rivers flowing at the beginning of Spring. It is sometimes enough to turn the dull western grey into the vivid green. Today, this great river's waters are impounded in lots of places upstream, and sometimes no water reaches this place. There is debate further downstream to create a new weir to regulate the meandering river's water.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPzMA23hhDw/YC4cmR5x1II/AAAAAAAACoM/woDaDbLVz8YouJy30BgDZrDBpGJjrnlwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1374/P1050716.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="1374" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPzMA23hhDw/YC4cmR5x1II/AAAAAAAACoM/woDaDbLVz8YouJy30BgDZrDBpGJjrnlwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1050716.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Some of the original rock platforms are still here. I imagine that the first people came here when twilight approached. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfkuHY0QkBo/YC4dPWhlTzI/AAAAAAAACog/9pMm_3eAcrUKzA8U_aWDc1tO8c7EIg1oACLcBGAsYHQ/s2034/IMG_0540-2-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2034" data-original-width="1670" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfkuHY0QkBo/YC4dPWhlTzI/AAAAAAAACog/9pMm_3eAcrUKzA8U_aWDc1tO8c7EIg1oACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_0540-2-2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>I expect that the Wiradjuri warrior and mounted policeman, Sir Watkin Wynn, once sat here. We don't hear about the old Wiradjuri lawmen anymore. But the people well knew them in their time. The early governors of the colony of New South Wales relied on them. Both Governors Brisbane and Darling actively sought to enlist them in the service of the growing colony. Later they were an essential part of the early Queensland Mounted Police. These lawmen's names are recorded in old colonial records – Wannamutta, Werannabe, Sir Watkin Wynne, and Bilecla. Perhaps the reason we don't hear about the Kadaitcha these days is that we don't believe in magic. So, the memory of the walkers has gradually faded and the book-learned scholars who no longer leave their city sinecures and who spend their days and nights undermining each other argue whether they ever existed at all. </p><p>Sitting near these falls, listen to the water telling of yesterdays adventures upstream. Around a campfire, listen to the eucalyptus crackle telling stories of the dreaming: stories that are as real as the sound of the water or the flames warming your face.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1CFddHsGDQ/YC4dPLSEQQI/AAAAAAAACoc/DbGzhIswmIsYvuWoI8K6XEx4Fc85uzZQACLcBGAsYHQ/s1374/P1050746.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1374" data-original-width="1374" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1CFddHsGDQ/YC4dPLSEQQI/AAAAAAAACoc/DbGzhIswmIsYvuWoI8K6XEx4Fc85uzZQACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/P1050746.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p>We might tell many stories of this place. That of Eumalga, the daughter of Warree and the convict known as Saville (real name John Luscombe) is best known. But that one, which starts with Eumalga almost drowning in a snag while catching a turtle (wyabooka) in the swollen river, is sad. Let us listen to it another day. Let us, instead, reflect on a story told about<a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2019/03/the-long-tailor-novel.html" target="_blank"> Sir Watkin Wynn</a>, which is a story for our time.</p><p>In 1872 a local newspaper reported that Sir Watkin Wynn, the well-known one-armed former member of the mounted police. Wynn, a Wiradjuri warrior, gained fame for tracking down the Clarke Gang south of Braidwood. Later in life he travelled throughout Wiradjuri land. One day he saw a blind man standing in front of Coyle's hotel in Hill End and inquired if he was blind. On being assured that he was, Wynn asked if he was hungry. This question was also replied to in the affirmative. Wynn took the blind white by the sleeve, gently led him across the street to Mr. Luff's butcher's shop, paid for 3 lbs. of the best mutton chops, which he gave to his afflicted white brother, and then quietly walked away, as if he had done nothing unusual.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oyfrv4RZWXo/YC4dO4SbuZI/AAAAAAAACoY/OHeBcclL_c80IaIgXcbUHpLp5xhr108MgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1374/IMG_8005-studio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1374" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oyfrv4RZWXo/YC4dO4SbuZI/AAAAAAAACoY/OHeBcclL_c80IaIgXcbUHpLp5xhr108MgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_8005-studio.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This is a place of birds - my mother and i found dozens of finches and wrens playing near the water. Australian children call the black fantail in the image above a "Willy Wagtail." It repays the moniker by calling out "sweet pretty creature" day and night. I often see them skimming the water to scare out insects, but this is the first i have seen dancing on top of a fall.<p></p><p>Perhaps the spirits of the past still dance on the edge of the falls. Nearby, little remains of a mission that impounded members of the Wirrum Wirrum. Descendants of the people proudly make their homes in the valley.</p>Location<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKnYySYt08A/YC4j4ndFJtI/AAAAAAAACow/K6pt85epx-I9yKLvmoJAVuhZfFViGb-1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1258/Screenshot%2B2021-02-18%2Bat%2B6.56.52%2Bpm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1258" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKnYySYt08A/YC4j4ndFJtI/AAAAAAAACow/K6pt85epx-I9yKLvmoJAVuhZfFViGb-1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Screenshot%2B2021-02-18%2Bat%2B6.56.52%2Bpm.png" /></a></div><br /><div>Ponto Falls, referred to above, is well signposted on the road between Wellington and Dubbo. Another similar flat rocky fall is far upstream, on the intersection of Bosworth Falls Road and the Fish River (really the Macquarie, by a fancy name to avoid hard questions about Sydney stealing water of the western districts at Lake Oberon). Bosworth Falls is worth a second look - at Bathurst are scarred trees from a burial? avenue that once stood at that place. It may be that other falls of the Wiradjuri may have once had similar memorials.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px;">This is #7 in a series of Lost Falls of South Eastern Australia - </span><a href="https://www.silenttheory.net/2021/02/lost-waterfalls-of-south-eastern.html" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #bf8b38; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration-line: none;">the Index Page is here</a></div>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-33673841674211522142023-04-04T03:02:00.004-07:002023-04-04T04:07:10.082-07:00Scarborough: 1264<p>Almost a year on from our first efforts in landscape design (during a short break in filming interior scenes for the first couple of episodes), a more refined landscape has taken shape, using projections of drainage flow maps and arial photography. Here are a series of photos looking from the common towards Castle Rock on 9 August 1264 (6:45am, midday and 6:17pm). </p><p>After gleaning half of the harvest fields, the town's 8-ox carruca heavy ploughs have started to turn the ground (a furlong, 200m, at a time) for an attempt at a winter crop. On smaller allotments (the 15acre oxgang or 30 acre virgate), a single or double yoked team might be found scratching the soil.</p><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipbtGJOTj3w2zBLezptgTV-PKcNNpO_rxIAbh6grzsI_xDY2rH7JgYqxqeCOwGO1XQ0z7sCbyUrNeVh9be3PSnss4OdxFCgkFuusZRIC4Y7eb29VT1lj1BGXt7EqHucV2v3EggopbRlcJpG-qgOCa7AhdOzej5dINJlkFZblDUVaYsgwy2v81zdQUqOg/s2762/HighresScreenshot00032.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2762" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipbtGJOTj3w2zBLezptgTV-PKcNNpO_rxIAbh6grzsI_xDY2rH7JgYqxqeCOwGO1XQ0z7sCbyUrNeVh9be3PSnss4OdxFCgkFuusZRIC4Y7eb29VT1lj1BGXt7EqHucV2v3EggopbRlcJpG-qgOCa7AhdOzej5dINJlkFZblDUVaYsgwy2v81zdQUqOg/s320/HighresScreenshot00032.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;">(Update)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyg4ha4Mb-pbBcya1vgLqrO3lKQwK7Lm2rg3CkCTYifNS7X-YYNVi6sBpcRu5yM-ITGZxYl2zC4ykboiv89U9tRETwbHBtz3oTHRLX3znB8gHc0O9AbE2CY51nfvrCz6CLolCPeZnyCTDNHzK5KmIlEw3FyzxIjG13C1CJu1QwyTt-fbfIpCEwW0ocg/s2606/HighresScreenshot00013.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1436" data-original-width="2606" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyg4ha4Mb-pbBcya1vgLqrO3lKQwK7Lm2rg3CkCTYifNS7X-YYNVi6sBpcRu5yM-ITGZxYl2zC4ykboiv89U9tRETwbHBtz3oTHRLX3znB8gHc0O9AbE2CY51nfvrCz6CLolCPeZnyCTDNHzK5KmIlEw3FyzxIjG13C1CJu1QwyTt-fbfIpCEwW0ocg/s320/HighresScreenshot00013.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Bringing characters to life with facial animation is one of the most challenging aspects of shooting this film. We started nearly a year ago without there being a convincing technological solution - the ability to bring this to fruition has just emerged in the past few weeks.</span></p><p>Below is a screen test of Steingerðr Þórkelsdóttir's soliloquy read by Indya from Canberra. Steingerðr's story is central to Kormak's Saga - the story of a young couple that agree to marry, but are fated to remain apart. At this point, Steingerðr has bleached her hair and has dyed her face with symbology of mourning.</p><p>We have shot this short film on the South Sands of Scarborough, the supposed site of a 10th century Icelandic settlement founded by Kormak and his brother (this account is contested by some modern local historians - but as Steingerðr opens "We have different memories of that time".)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/om5POoaeAdI" width="320" youtube-src-id="om5POoaeAdI"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">While Danish control over Yorkshire would have been a dim memory by 1264 (the time of the main story), we imagine Danish/Icelandic traders coming into the port knew the outline of the Saga, and repeated it when the opportunity presented. </span></div><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /><br /></p><p> </p>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-76436491148473438272023-02-28T01:09:00.009-08:002023-02-28T01:25:12.646-08:00On Set: Scarborough 1264<p> This week we are shooting interior scenes on the Scarborough Set. We are using unbleached linen for bedclothing and sheets - which works well with the wooden interior shadows and flickering candlelight. Ordinary clothing would have been unbleached or dyed with Woad to give shades of blue. </p><p>Below are a couple of exceptions. Gemma (about to go herb collecting outside the town walls) is wearing a leather overdress while Carlotta (about to clerk for the Burghers) is wearing a weaved pattern dress with a red/blue dye obtained from boiling the roots of the Madder or Bedstraw plants. This practice dates back to earlier Saxon times and was less common because it required a mordant (a fixing agent such as alum, copper, iron, salt, cream of tartar or club moss) to stop the dye running. Weavers (such as Tansey, last image) may have chosen unbleached linen for workaday clothing.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQYvJ2hsFfiqS3RievkcxYeqbHIqK-oa1ClW2Q5xwCIiUsBJVTPUJDZMaq_l1PufNowSsCAWSzvgK9Qjs6KTnblU0N0946ZsUv05jt3tRmdDEDDnd2_eTXDYiwbIsNk_A83oev7tqL_ZwJLDqrc38Pb2DUqtlJqw865cFo3laCPzBHXSSivJxGTp1Cg/s1920/WakeUpSecondDay.0009.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQYvJ2hsFfiqS3RievkcxYeqbHIqK-oa1ClW2Q5xwCIiUsBJVTPUJDZMaq_l1PufNowSsCAWSzvgK9Qjs6KTnblU0N0946ZsUv05jt3tRmdDEDDnd2_eTXDYiwbIsNk_A83oev7tqL_ZwJLDqrc38Pb2DUqtlJqw865cFo3laCPzBHXSSivJxGTp1Cg/s320/WakeUpSecondDay.0009.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkZTOJU45DfAVj0eITbYxaui-Q23fURlqh5hqGgcVqcGvMf_dWuVzPW2-xF_OKJg4F8aHCUKjOq8KhU7JCzKEiQo5nzRH4Xy-rKP5U8H-y79LJpO0DlF2KagF-sy0HL1Eecp6CW1HpgQzqiyMrAK2_TC3VezAqjCjxXdn86yOpfgGwTDW5Wyr45FeUw/s1920/WakeUpSecondDay.1732.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkZTOJU45DfAVj0eITbYxaui-Q23fURlqh5hqGgcVqcGvMf_dWuVzPW2-xF_OKJg4F8aHCUKjOq8KhU7JCzKEiQo5nzRH4Xy-rKP5U8H-y79LJpO0DlF2KagF-sy0HL1Eecp6CW1HpgQzqiyMrAK2_TC3VezAqjCjxXdn86yOpfgGwTDW5Wyr45FeUw/s320/WakeUpSecondDay.1732.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOw7E7tITSsCGcs9gWnDXYLe9TYaVbHc4FdEwjA0XNAERXzBDLkbznVcfwJpOpwYIoQT6-ItJsEd6Twe_Opsm5hvzZgg6uePBDJKc4wewD8gxS7MmzYwtEh2EORPyxNs3UcNEOxfxeaf8bp6kgDQwnVuhb4TCECNi8EkG2B929Z-CQ4jI1T6JcN6LpA/s2938/HighresScreenshot00014.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2938" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOw7E7tITSsCGcs9gWnDXYLe9TYaVbHc4FdEwjA0XNAERXzBDLkbznVcfwJpOpwYIoQT6-ItJsEd6Twe_Opsm5hvzZgg6uePBDJKc4wewD8gxS7MmzYwtEh2EORPyxNs3UcNEOxfxeaf8bp6kgDQwnVuhb4TCECNi8EkG2B929Z-CQ4jI1T6JcN6LpA/s320/HighresScreenshot00014.png" width="320" /></a></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdm_Vn6vpCDTmfqUeDsC2KIcsDfmQ-T1-iiFTyWCXT-W_-aS32OfKBkb4rbFU3MWeoHIIi5nLIHtWzwM9WtzW05CNXg7ocZn_lW3upQ29kVVDYpdilVSeiKZ292xFtTqBu4xjHM00mitBlX21F27U6KOVHaVDo1VbUCNJi2tkmjr1D60QyIj0br0a0EA/s1920/SS_C_02a_inside.1089.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdm_Vn6vpCDTmfqUeDsC2KIcsDfmQ-T1-iiFTyWCXT-W_-aS32OfKBkb4rbFU3MWeoHIIi5nLIHtWzwM9WtzW05CNXg7ocZn_lW3upQ29kVVDYpdilVSeiKZ292xFtTqBu4xjHM00mitBlX21F27U6KOVHaVDo1VbUCNJi2tkmjr1D60QyIj0br0a0EA/s320/SS_C_02a_inside.1089.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />A shout out to Fateme Shamloo who prepared the original design for Carlotta's dress. <p></p>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-84304199090185462852023-02-25T02:32:00.003-08:002023-02-25T02:43:23.719-08:00Setting a sail: Knarr, sea off Yorkshire 1264<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw_InS9N-pqoOVl9BTXTCOV8MMpJOnjDWBqVC-73Du2HAgpfCL8V0_F03Rtyop4tAjQqWk8O-y4vlMbAumH5Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>A first time for some of the crew and the rope handling was a bit dodgy. I have sent them back out to practice.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYHPQ_VW0VV6Fx-UPcr_Ngk-bK3uEXtEzYl_RlWglg2VAjOGeV4KaEt38Fm7ZpFp2fYJSQTOsEXGCTPuwp4V_giKSucwLVQQLVysuLZokjHE1LjzoAnAr_Mz86JR_14e_GuRZDJhu9Y4zoY8LpbksxrPg4Z30cO5favlXvhHxhbGlZeCwN1itjwxUug/s2938/HighresScreenshot00007.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2938" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYHPQ_VW0VV6Fx-UPcr_Ngk-bK3uEXtEzYl_RlWglg2VAjOGeV4KaEt38Fm7ZpFp2fYJSQTOsEXGCTPuwp4V_giKSucwLVQQLVysuLZokjHE1LjzoAnAr_Mz86JR_14e_GuRZDJhu9Y4zoY8LpbksxrPg4Z30cO5favlXvhHxhbGlZeCwN1itjwxUug/s320/HighresScreenshot00007.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>The sail here is made of squares made from plant stem fiber thrashed and combed into a whispy cloud of long strings of stem, formed into thread using a drop spindle, and then weaved into rectangles of cloth (a mix probably a bit rougher than linen). </p>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-37900514463025712952023-02-12T02:34:00.007-08:002023-02-12T19:54:18.425-08:00Wood for the trees<p>The past week has seen final preparations for film shots with the fair stalls taking shape in the background along the south beach. </p><p>There is little guidance here from the historical record as to where different parts of the fair were placed. It may be that some of the most significant transactions were sealed at a public place, a ancient stone, near St Marys: a long walk up the hill, with plenty of opportunity to rethink the deal.</p><p>Here, we are preparing the farm/town produce, street-food, pottery and other 'high value' stalls for the sands between the East and West Sand Gates. We will put the animals and skin markets in yards built along the Kings Highway inside the New Borough walls/enclosure - to prevent accidents with stock helping with the gleaning taking place outside the walls (the nightly return of the sheep flocks will create its own inevitable tension). Large exports/imports (eg, wool, salted fish) might have been kept closer to the port itself perhaps in barn-like structures to keep the bales out of the rain (1 in 3 days) - which being outside the walls might have been more reminiscent of old Saxon halls than modern crucks inside the walls.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwoF1mn1tYIdKIJCvtYGcw2kAu2y4q2s0n6mkLEQ0tabv8TLAj2N52yqzJmZZSsUlpks40gRcUhnP5cP7J6c9Uw8GyKOcdAF-mpOje3ZMkXd_Tvq1wRFZcw_hIlbF_SigRciZA_AGXZN7ZHB-GAooCa8KcHD43jtHUEZP-w5wD46PO4Pm2AXjGy40nA/s2368/HighresScreenshot00000.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2368" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwoF1mn1tYIdKIJCvtYGcw2kAu2y4q2s0n6mkLEQ0tabv8TLAj2N52yqzJmZZSsUlpks40gRcUhnP5cP7J6c9Uw8GyKOcdAF-mpOje3ZMkXd_Tvq1wRFZcw_hIlbF_SigRciZA_AGXZN7ZHB-GAooCa8KcHD43jtHUEZP-w5wD46PO4Pm2AXjGy40nA/s320/HighresScreenshot00000.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8mhOMUJu0gjY_Ws7veqcR7G8wsXq_4ogeVGiAc8M7fUbgPo4I1YNSLdbpeH0PBCsfTWCs5YktCfuIvhD3wr3Ohd7WSylSnVbGsocPXEZHA2BjA3Dk7DbzcQ-uJcPbfINEsSaVnBpMF1DP1V6gmApSnBFQfwsSj1msWaiO4x91y8q9Stl5YGzpqffhw/s2368/HighresScreenshot00001.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2368" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8mhOMUJu0gjY_Ws7veqcR7G8wsXq_4ogeVGiAc8M7fUbgPo4I1YNSLdbpeH0PBCsfTWCs5YktCfuIvhD3wr3Ohd7WSylSnVbGsocPXEZHA2BjA3Dk7DbzcQ-uJcPbfINEsSaVnBpMF1DP1V6gmApSnBFQfwsSj1msWaiO4x91y8q9Stl5YGzpqffhw/s320/HighresScreenshot00001.png" width="320" /></a></div><p>In addition to provisioning for the fair, we have been cleaning up the foliage assets on set. At last count, there were about 10,000 trees/bushes and maybe 100 times that number grasses etc - including a surprising 500 apple trees (one of the orchards will be shortly cut down to create monastery grounds). </p><p>Outside the New Borough Walls beyond the commons, the town children shepard the flocks of sheep and goats in the thinning oak forests along the Kings Highway to York. Thinning but not yet gone - and while the trees sit largely in the background, each asset group has to be carefully managed so that together they do not over burden the engine's memory during film shooting (shooting is a memory intensive operation - depending on the circumstances each frame can be shot 8-512 times before being averaged). To help with the thinning, we have added a water-wheel driven saw in the wood mill outside the town walls (a necessity for the building of galleys for the Kings navy).</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkNdb51l7LczQsvAv-aXCNp9R1YXtz8JiacRIgL7qZWxOI991ajfjbqExM0eZPTg_q6ze8gZXLYEFQD5vWJ_wD7PkPqAaO6HkiID76_3MGHPPGxzCpMsNnmAOyyU9sofFhN4pZM4RSV6Au3NtFeLCPDQx-jZ6zgthPX4LfVl54mB3cWX9KS3kAeT_uA/s2980/HighresScreenshot00085.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2980" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkNdb51l7LczQsvAv-aXCNp9R1YXtz8JiacRIgL7qZWxOI991ajfjbqExM0eZPTg_q6ze8gZXLYEFQD5vWJ_wD7PkPqAaO6HkiID76_3MGHPPGxzCpMsNnmAOyyU9sofFhN4pZM4RSV6Au3NtFeLCPDQx-jZ6zgthPX4LfVl54mB3cWX9KS3kAeT_uA/s320/HighresScreenshot00085.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Here the tree groups (oaks, beeches, elms, hazels, chestnuts, apple, poplars, hawthorns, blackthorns and willow etc) are being tested before being re grown. And then there are the smaller vegetative fry (including 22, 000+ grain stalks, not to mention the herbs of our healer Abby, the multitude of other weeds, grasses and fallen leaves that cover the landscape, and the crops and flowers planted deliberately). </p><p>Of particular interest this time around will be the placement of willows - an important part of the house/wall building, a key ingredient in storage solutions (baskets) and a useful long-term aid to soak up surface water. The Roman agricultural writers counselled farmers to reserve 1/10 of their land for the useful willow.</p><p>Here are some of the 50 larger tree prototypes we are using on set. Some of these have more than 10,000 leaves.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9OYjx8-TL7veY2SHNrcCi9Nglrwqj2zCMj9DFNVl0VsTaGOz_vuNcIJr__M9wGpST9A41b5BZc7epdrcFoNvfzLLeIyJiMPE7uSfxHS1WtEdNV0FIWhc5_qLUVAJv37beADeoZyk16hqUF0AtKYTpqKc7kwywx_BIJ4sM2H3R4JPgyJlTvuXJcIr1dg/s2980/HighresScreenshot00003.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2980" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9OYjx8-TL7veY2SHNrcCi9Nglrwqj2zCMj9DFNVl0VsTaGOz_vuNcIJr__M9wGpST9A41b5BZc7epdrcFoNvfzLLeIyJiMPE7uSfxHS1WtEdNV0FIWhc5_qLUVAJv37beADeoZyk16hqUF0AtKYTpqKc7kwywx_BIJ4sM2H3R4JPgyJlTvuXJcIr1dg/s320/HighresScreenshot00003.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>In addition to optimizing the foliage we have taken the time to add seasonal variations to each tree variety - allowing us to cover the change of seasons as the series moves through autumn to winter (oak and hazel below).<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNp76pXALNuxmId_4GpbT3xuIzwXUqa-_WFR7juZjufMyBErtsxHQU-UX1qcIp1UoDO2q46ecOBvBNnmT-0InomhDtajOzP7t30iH7CZjqBoiJqdIFNhwe-dkFoJB9SMVlICW8RXoPPbTfIMLYZ7bFztwYfD7NjYrMoSZcU5OMJ62Eh-PgPXtqaFJ5EA/s3094/HighresScreenshot00006.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="3094" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNp76pXALNuxmId_4GpbT3xuIzwXUqa-_WFR7juZjufMyBErtsxHQU-UX1qcIp1UoDO2q46ecOBvBNnmT-0InomhDtajOzP7t30iH7CZjqBoiJqdIFNhwe-dkFoJB9SMVlICW8RXoPPbTfIMLYZ7bFztwYfD7NjYrMoSZcU5OMJ62Eh-PgPXtqaFJ5EA/s320/HighresScreenshot00006.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></div>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-46804690953746869222023-02-10T01:29:00.005-08:002023-02-12T19:45:19.951-08:00Time passages<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwrr0RiWsPiZQg12TLiZDqevc1SNmrnQtkGF0KP4sEigDiJF3FYlVq0rhiRzjBw8SCHMAGLGv4o9CA_PkrZ-g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We have designed the film set so we can jump back and forward in time - today we tested this out on the port facilities which may have existed in 900, 1254 and 1264 (video above). One of the 1254 scenes requires us to load shire horses onto one of our new Knarr while simulating the tide going out in the South Bay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv66bwuF4_EZTTWfR4HoLIRld-H7GwpFs1jqX_kXmyzfklfKI5Ra7oxE89yGS4uIq-yUl_E_n_bj3dCRpJ-r4b7Fft8hCDqqhgrDkm4f2MGy67RyBXz1NJ4DRYOKBBCqj5U4fVletxJZAFP-yAKBJzoN_ySPgCCel-PNWdawTA1Tqe2ch-uO8fUWSPPw/s4086/HighresScreenshot00076.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2145" data-original-width="4086" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv66bwuF4_EZTTWfR4HoLIRld-H7GwpFs1jqX_kXmyzfklfKI5Ra7oxE89yGS4uIq-yUl_E_n_bj3dCRpJ-r4b7Fft8hCDqqhgrDkm4f2MGy67RyBXz1NJ4DRYOKBBCqj5U4fVletxJZAFP-yAKBJzoN_ySPgCCel-PNWdawTA1Tqe2ch-uO8fUWSPPw/s320/HighresScreenshot00076.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2682" data-original-width="4410" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvCrJoZKnq7m0f01Vr50g-X2mnu3qHq2aF6yjzoEBsVZfC2ewQwshnfEnBcBGvSmt5MQHGuI0T0o_6WskK8LpdltgC1cevIMuPQPOcaJRZN5BWBLPx3ttWSqqxU7Vj3Xk7zbiezF1BG1ZLJUPIR3cSiWjc4-uXAsJFYk8fCm3F0U7_kzVACR18eIuaw/s320/HighresScreenshot00058.png" width="320" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">Coble (forward center) with a Yenikapi (left) and Knarr (right)</p><p>From time immemorial, the Five Man Boat or Coble, has fished for soles, brill, turbot, crabs and crayfish off the North Yorkshire coast. The number of Cobel has varied over time - from 5 to 30+ (the port still records a couple of dozen Cobels).</p><p>A century ago, Hinderwell, a local Scarborough historian, criticized the initiative of the local fishermen, who were content to fish according to the old ways. Hinderwell claimed that with more effort and nets, they would surely catch more and the town would prosper. We now know how over-fishing works out; the Cobel fishers knew a little more than the historian.</p><p>Hinderwell was wrong on another account. Cobel fishing involves a great deal of intellectual and physical effort. Knowledge of the tides and the habits of fish only comes with a lifetime of observation and experience. The physical effort involved in the enterprise is demanding and involved the entire fishing family. Cobel fishers use long lines with multiple hooks. Each boat took five lines. The lines needed to be coiled and baited before the fleet departed. </p><p>The coastal fish bite according to the position of the moon (directly overhead or 180 degrees from overhead) and/or the start of the rise or fall of the tide. On calm days (1 in 3), distant pools were farmed, with the boats leaving according to an expected arrival. On overcast days (1 in 3) the boat would fan out along the nearby coast. On rain drench or stormy days, the boats would be drawn higher on the beaches. As the difference between spring and neap (the high and low tides) is up to 5m, floating or beaching a boat could involve a long drag as the south sands shores can become quite expansive. </p><p>Mussels were used to bait the lines - and these need to be collected from nearby rivers (and stored in tidal pools marked by rocks). When the fleet returned, the catch needed to be cleaned. They were sold at a beach market (fish vendors were not permitted inside the town walls), before the process of coiling and rebaiting the lines began anew. </p><p>The Cobel works comfortably off a beach, capable of being drawn up the sands to avoid high tide or storms, on a simple set of wheels. I wonder how these local fishers felt about the new port, and the new taxes that came with them. Perhaps the cobel fishers left the port and its taxes to the larger herring boats - and continued to launch their boats from the beach.</p><div>The Cobel is a beautiful boat - clinker built - which is said to have been crafted from memory and experience rather than plan. Alas, I again confess to using a plank and keel approach to building up the hull - but this time, after getting the basic form - i concentrated on the shape itself, and only re-added the framework later (the process of fitting the internal supports is called 'joggling').</div><div><br /></div><div>For the medieval version, I have guessed a steering oar and a removable mast with minimal rigging secured by a centerboard. I have supplied the fishers with a couple of oars (thinking back on that time when i ran out of battery power for my motor and had to row home).</div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPQNb7BOmGINPzGtge1kGXKa6PDHmLFICpjhHNXxFh20iTFgjlBhZRDBVEN2xU9I4ZgQD6j0sH-07Rs3uAo0E6kg-gQxZeeY9G9rs_nMt9vIlV4LBUe-Mqjbmbuf170mT2YncrEwFsKoHX1KJrICu6Rsfkxc5bI_i3iJGiDUz77eNbTYDXr0YSCYthw/s1470/HighresScreenshot00000.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="1470" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPQNb7BOmGINPzGtge1kGXKa6PDHmLFICpjhHNXxFh20iTFgjlBhZRDBVEN2xU9I4ZgQD6j0sH-07Rs3uAo0E6kg-gQxZeeY9G9rs_nMt9vIlV4LBUe-Mqjbmbuf170mT2YncrEwFsKoHX1KJrICu6Rsfkxc5bI_i3iJGiDUz77eNbTYDXr0YSCYthw/s320/HighresScreenshot00000.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are early renders (which still need a fair bit of cleanup - and a proper UV paint).</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBOr_UCerWPALIp5erelCEcy1Qrt8gj0vG7nQC3lyGDqsoFLbJwJ7M6KBYfgiZTLeIsBwMGWxpvJGwjqf1yh4aaB4sCt6cWtDGMFPQxQfw9zOJMdCFksAPkqk_dhXQqPpKPmE43gPzin-unRfh2ALOhJji9rGtFGXmDNQdcXPyGbjNatF7CldfodV2g/s2940/HighresScreenshot00001.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2940" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBOr_UCerWPALIp5erelCEcy1Qrt8gj0vG7nQC3lyGDqsoFLbJwJ7M6KBYfgiZTLeIsBwMGWxpvJGwjqf1yh4aaB4sCt6cWtDGMFPQxQfw9zOJMdCFksAPkqk_dhXQqPpKPmE43gPzin-unRfh2ALOhJji9rGtFGXmDNQdcXPyGbjNatF7CldfodV2g/s320/HighresScreenshot00001.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlEt3kj6moKhpp38QtEiF1sSNwspIv0S_k7rPisAgaZXLeED8j1WLmEB6LFYawuV59_RCKiZJk9pvGY0N-XIR7SAOzwPN5Z3PdzD94xMmMeJVtbW5psEj8d5yxttU_2cpYBbaojabTjjNrihABYvIsHOr6xj8g0GUpPq7-Fqd33U8TeOokKihYcpDUQ/s2940/HighresScreenshot00002.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2940" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlEt3kj6moKhpp38QtEiF1sSNwspIv0S_k7rPisAgaZXLeED8j1WLmEB6LFYawuV59_RCKiZJk9pvGY0N-XIR7SAOzwPN5Z3PdzD94xMmMeJVtbW5psEj8d5yxttU_2cpYBbaojabTjjNrihABYvIsHOr6xj8g0GUpPq7-Fqd33U8TeOokKihYcpDUQ/s320/HighresScreenshot00002.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtSiJ96zjsUC9NoEfgHUuA4_IULN54JPuv-0I-nG_o7zanEX6LPt1lkhbMjRZ3SErFn9RVQrLboZ42C_6TlEdYmhNs1YLGO3gBrs1ae1OISCJk_j8Kn5G2LSPX3Vvadvqi9OpM9_NabicvhYqXlfB6lJJx9Dxtp9AWY4xktzI9fD20Gz_aNJyvIFjiQ/s4410/HighresScreenshot00048.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2682" data-original-width="4410" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtSiJ96zjsUC9NoEfgHUuA4_IULN54JPuv-0I-nG_o7zanEX6LPt1lkhbMjRZ3SErFn9RVQrLboZ42C_6TlEdYmhNs1YLGO3gBrs1ae1OISCJk_j8Kn5G2LSPX3Vvadvqi9OpM9_NabicvhYqXlfB6lJJx9Dxtp9AWY4xktzI9fD20Gz_aNJyvIFjiQ/s320/HighresScreenshot00048.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As the tide retreats, the Cobel fleet returns to the beach. And old and young and four pawed help unload the catch for the market (outside the walls).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmO-r_CLf_MQmkA-Y1Vy4ePsFTW2a9ax7oUl_nxEa7CnEwky82AC3vZ19EAHhklKbIJlBiOIsHe3xez51Zm-DFEKKwTdFbRSz3FDNr4riRM61bQEubCOSCRt0acUQ59DUKXYGzqHXdkr5CxJnguFSv2PiLajWCX_azNeQy9KC4ufPialbcwwo4CEjuCw/s4086/HighresScreenshot00077.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2145" data-original-width="4086" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmO-r_CLf_MQmkA-Y1Vy4ePsFTW2a9ax7oUl_nxEa7CnEwky82AC3vZ19EAHhklKbIJlBiOIsHe3xez51Zm-DFEKKwTdFbRSz3FDNr4riRM61bQEubCOSCRt0acUQ59DUKXYGzqHXdkr5CxJnguFSv2PiLajWCX_azNeQy9KC4ufPialbcwwo4CEjuCw/s320/HighresScreenshot00077.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the fleet is left high and dry in the neap as the tide retreats. The fishers withdraw to their rest. At the new port, work continues anew on extending the new stone quay that one day will extend far beyond its 1264 confines, and drive the Cobel to find new beaches. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXOFAavJWT1ufn9LuOkj6ev1xWcO8xtKWFP5HcLXPVZiywU9Q4aDgmxc3H2EwXC9yvRP3l522diinLTEXZmqirQtQ-oOjZNKta651DzoKRPmva2-N2OBZiyKg8Ro9Qs7wq14jCaN9lfzXO8EM6K9FWVf3cuXsIp23EerxkJXKetPAl-xZ2Ia_bif14w/s2724/HighresScreenshot00078.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1430" data-original-width="2724" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXOFAavJWT1ufn9LuOkj6ev1xWcO8xtKWFP5HcLXPVZiywU9Q4aDgmxc3H2EwXC9yvRP3l522diinLTEXZmqirQtQ-oOjZNKta651DzoKRPmva2-N2OBZiyKg8Ro9Qs7wq14jCaN9lfzXO8EM6K9FWVf3cuXsIp23EerxkJXKetPAl-xZ2Ia_bif14w/s320/HighresScreenshot00078.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Above, outside the East Sand Gate, the fair stalls start to take shape. The fishers grumble about the blow-ins pinching their bait.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxtfGNLlJXX-QkQKNUP3Krfi_IpH5oJRvnRfTDmpCHz4VVyiU3_XM6pzFNSNYAyeOGO9vdUI-f6tyDLS2NhDPkOh9fko1zSXpKiPBqp3wAnKUTBGABD_m5BWdZmuy5H9TUDGJVwDzsX5oGKvmXsV51bk90bOcmC9Dp4q9mgCldKgF4TMWNBSaAVFSzrg/s1362/HighresScreenshot00080.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="715" data-original-width="1362" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxtfGNLlJXX-QkQKNUP3Krfi_IpH5oJRvnRfTDmpCHz4VVyiU3_XM6pzFNSNYAyeOGO9vdUI-f6tyDLS2NhDPkOh9fko1zSXpKiPBqp3wAnKUTBGABD_m5BWdZmuy5H9TUDGJVwDzsX5oGKvmXsV51bk90bOcmC9Dp4q9mgCldKgF4TMWNBSaAVFSzrg/s320/HighresScreenshot00080.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-24957543079131592772023-02-05T22:00:00.011-08:002023-02-09T17:44:04.147-08:00Knarr: Port of Scarborough 1264<p>Skuldelev 1, an ocean going trader from 1030, and Ottar, a modern day reconstruction, have given us new insights into northern trading vessels during the early to high medieval period. </p><p>The 'Knarr' we have built for the Scarborough 1264 set is based on these vessels. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyRQ6bhJpFRkCQlQVzIvorPvWxiI1iILeWcD1C0NnvJmFDcJDY0DQYCkW0d0ZGdEkEsjs1_QxqagZcBL1V-tRaK1APMUnkBWHV8UMxl-oQoDseETYdh0ahpQJoMsQsXnlHJY19U-FMyl54Gfv-nW_U_Drz4uGiCFXpM-4tDa5cmqR13QaMobkwdj_MA/s2724/HighresScreenshot00073.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1430" data-original-width="2724" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyRQ6bhJpFRkCQlQVzIvorPvWxiI1iILeWcD1C0NnvJmFDcJDY0DQYCkW0d0ZGdEkEsjs1_QxqagZcBL1V-tRaK1APMUnkBWHV8UMxl-oQoDseETYdh0ahpQJoMsQsXnlHJY19U-FMyl54Gfv-nW_U_Drz4uGiCFXpM-4tDa5cmqR13QaMobkwdj_MA/s320/HighresScreenshot00073.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjub30ve8RdS9bVN8ok2AhPnWXrPBDHDy9Tf4SHowu71oKfH6xxfj_XjRMPoEDIcjp-g7qU3wisNLwVDuUGrtQQR1Sk51eXEw1bqN1IjsZNjhK07CRq6AkOec7hWXOF8TrtyOlUEUqlP96Q6x-qQ4TE3UJ7YAgclcqK_IWeCpFX6bjoKn6PAnUNujBcqg/s4086/HighresScreenshot00076.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2145" data-original-width="4086" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjub30ve8RdS9bVN8ok2AhPnWXrPBDHDy9Tf4SHowu71oKfH6xxfj_XjRMPoEDIcjp-g7qU3wisNLwVDuUGrtQQR1Sk51eXEw1bqN1IjsZNjhK07CRq6AkOec7hWXOF8TrtyOlUEUqlP96Q6x-qQ4TE3UJ7YAgclcqK_IWeCpFX6bjoKn6PAnUNujBcqg/s320/HighresScreenshot00076.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>The Knarr is a solid boat. Our build is 16m long, 5m wide, 6 tons, sail 10 knots, oars 1-2 knots, with side planking at 2.5" - much greater than the older long boats. This trader could carry 60+ tons of trade goods with a crew of 5+ sailors (with the possibility of 4 oars). Unlike larger versions of the Knarr (perhaps including the massive but ill-fated White Ship and the Scarborough port-reeve's ship), the Knarr's shallow draught (<1.5m) would have allowed great flexibility in tidal and riverine waters. </p><p>It would have been ideal as a transport ship for the Danish and Norman invasion of England. I have tried a couple of horses on a temporary deck above one of the holds - on one of our build levels. Everyone fits, but my guess is that no-one would have been happy about a couple of Shire Horses on deck if the sea started to build). </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwU7jMGdNJR1xsFhFchc6C1Boyril7-qfd_xQc8friHRQXHoMH2KFg9tMZiqaej-IYEQShG-BUsiWQ7i-OU4C6tIVKpYDG-I8suEykCtU6vZOyJhtLbk8Mqr-JQSzBL275Han4SJPOxhFQtjQxype3li7M2jMeh-IXgsaBNbHRzN2aQj96BUEzgSQcNA/s2980/HighresScreenshot00083.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2980" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwU7jMGdNJR1xsFhFchc6C1Boyril7-qfd_xQc8friHRQXHoMH2KFg9tMZiqaej-IYEQShG-BUsiWQ7i-OU4C6tIVKpYDG-I8suEykCtU6vZOyJhtLbk8Mqr-JQSzBL275Han4SJPOxhFQtjQxype3li7M2jMeh-IXgsaBNbHRzN2aQj96BUEzgSQcNA/s320/HighresScreenshot00083.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGBCrsQ_juf2uW9miHMBPgYMVA2O5uiU1wKtY23xlTCBfNg5yjq6lazCMAuNxsJwWsB7WjWzJLE6AMCeqFuLSppBZ4aTTKQHwGSPLN6woGmlJ07h7XMN0uylO05_93KT1JVRbUXg8JxPFMOCzHuaebP3FkdjMvKQYYH0u2aFn0UZSfJ0P-iQ_uJrjKg/s1490/HighresScreenshot00084.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="1490" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGBCrsQ_juf2uW9miHMBPgYMVA2O5uiU1wKtY23xlTCBfNg5yjq6lazCMAuNxsJwWsB7WjWzJLE6AMCeqFuLSppBZ4aTTKQHwGSPLN6woGmlJ07h7XMN0uylO05_93KT1JVRbUXg8JxPFMOCzHuaebP3FkdjMvKQYYH0u2aFn0UZSfJ0P-iQ_uJrjKg/s320/HighresScreenshot00084.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The debate has a way to go, but it is suggested that the nefs/cogs of the Cinque Ports share a common lineage with the Knarr. Still, the northern ports would have had a different look and feel to the Southern Cinque Ports that favored the be-castled cog.</span></p><p>Here, a Knarr leaves the port in gentle weather late afternoon. In the distance, outside the East Sand Gate, fair stalls are being erected and we are rebuilding the port to include the port-reeves offices, more port storage and fish vendors. In time we will add (closer to the mouth of the Damyot) a spillway for boat building and repair - and the remnant wharfs from less kind times, for the use of those who fish, both bird, human and sea-mare.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzr2qd9ekCmXz-8KHcAKRAsAmZEuydgn14fZDhLNq2wchPqWlsbvtdwA0-zfCzUouUIXq-_BU1h_3jfddq3I3Dn5oAG_i1Dn_gEO6ho0CCFxNo87nCgsk3NdFETlO18OHdQ9MgCBRwPLdlz4pn0iB0lCnhUoNy3TT_Uv0dxDh17aGXGdEdaktKupS4rQ/s5880/HighresScreenshot00040.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3308" data-original-width="5880" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzr2qd9ekCmXz-8KHcAKRAsAmZEuydgn14fZDhLNq2wchPqWlsbvtdwA0-zfCzUouUIXq-_BU1h_3jfddq3I3Dn5oAG_i1Dn_gEO6ho0CCFxNo87nCgsk3NdFETlO18OHdQ9MgCBRwPLdlz4pn0iB0lCnhUoNy3TT_Uv0dxDh17aGXGdEdaktKupS4rQ/s320/HighresScreenshot00040.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Perhaps the ancient Borough Seal of Scarborough depicts a (perhaps slightly larger) version of this boat - together with provision for a fortified archer's post on the main mast. On a whim, we will ensure that the port-reeve has such a ship ready for use.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrmIIqHclCAUKwejdC7P-vpOuBEte5nEp_oQ6AfYlGcq6ySxAtdu4smQYPL7a7iCpIl-rTPT1SLyjPSoVcOFDHFRUiO9jGseAgMiVcYTR-5y3Ci8o1F8DimVhvwum4Ak0gAlLAo-lNFppiiAM7qjf4xwoVQyCZ32ClJhAMltmmi-EIriY9WoeLiTJ4w/s2724/HighresScreenshot00060.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1430" data-original-width="2724" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrmIIqHclCAUKwejdC7P-vpOuBEte5nEp_oQ6AfYlGcq6ySxAtdu4smQYPL7a7iCpIl-rTPT1SLyjPSoVcOFDHFRUiO9jGseAgMiVcYTR-5y3Ci8o1F8DimVhvwum4Ak0gAlLAo-lNFppiiAM7qjf4xwoVQyCZ32ClJhAMltmmi-EIriY9WoeLiTJ4w/s320/HighresScreenshot00060.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">Run onto the beach for repair and stripped of running boards, here the interior detail of the large uncovered cargo holds are visible. </span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-H4Yo2OnquPr0yot0BXK9nE1yLeaFZdzGERQtikKZj8sHHdhZBQbuRDnn1pGXrxQWTak-U9KOx79Fz_uuZ_-3p9tTkvPluL-X7SDk2QVVg1uySa-K16hENZcjsLYOmp1eXrPG2zzQNGY-2_tHaOqskeRGV04uqkDjNizNuMddhNB7_PaaFKPHYG-oQ/s4410/HighresScreenshot00034.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2682" data-original-width="4410" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-H4Yo2OnquPr0yot0BXK9nE1yLeaFZdzGERQtikKZj8sHHdhZBQbuRDnn1pGXrxQWTak-U9KOx79Fz_uuZ_-3p9tTkvPluL-X7SDk2QVVg1uySa-K16hENZcjsLYOmp1eXrPG2zzQNGY-2_tHaOqskeRGV04uqkDjNizNuMddhNB7_PaaFKPHYG-oQ/s320/HighresScreenshot00034.png" width="320" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As with other boats, I have built this inside out, within Unreal Engine. Originally, the outer clinker shape would have been first crafted with the aid of thousands of wood nails (perhaps using a form on a beach or an upturned older vessel to give the steam soaked stakes time to freeze into their new shape). The interior planking is supposed to happen after the hull takes shape. But, I don't have a form on a beach or an upturned hull, so i must start with the interior frame.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvR9nM7eJe3ZX9U-V7VkbW5L7ns5KtCcWVeXZKq1scngiTU9cGlB_HVnD1cxPgva7EjHyTT8ueDkEKigQfLOaiUiIVfbV4r7Tc7H9T1BqCKrXFi2CWxn0ocmIYbiocrApbynVdfZSTNfx42LCxbypZ6mD1k2Q82QvVxUAYHc5nWnqNfSxMI-fu8zxDEg/s2682/HighresScreenshotcc00.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2682" data-original-width="2556" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvR9nM7eJe3ZX9U-V7VkbW5L7ns5KtCcWVeXZKq1scngiTU9cGlB_HVnD1cxPgva7EjHyTT8ueDkEKigQfLOaiUiIVfbV4r7Tc7H9T1BqCKrXFi2CWxn0ocmIYbiocrApbynVdfZSTNfx42LCxbypZ6mD1k2Q82QvVxUAYHc5nWnqNfSxMI-fu8zxDEg/s320/HighresScreenshotcc00.png" width="305" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxytpgxymnVk6HfzEoJ9ZNXODsuiuF12UeRkoA_dafTH7fCFpPswxDQIKnc7xaXhoA3pvD-pa7wj3LOSK_IJf1596fSFe0m2oFghuCc_mJRAQZuK49tQZrL1cSaN0E03CUOjvAFWRpQQU8lsVn320-S18bLbA-d7m5S9UKgb2M6yrS5uKQk46ABk88g/s3576/HighresScreenshotbb001.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3576" data-original-width="3408" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxytpgxymnVk6HfzEoJ9ZNXODsuiuF12UeRkoA_dafTH7fCFpPswxDQIKnc7xaXhoA3pvD-pa7wj3LOSK_IJf1596fSFe0m2oFghuCc_mJRAQZuK49tQZrL1cSaN0E03CUOjvAFWRpQQU8lsVn320-S18bLbA-d7m5S9UKgb2M6yrS5uKQk46ABk88g/s320/HighresScreenshotbb001.png" width="305" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1aQvBbkIQu5OEzO4jrhFE05RRD6Alj2pMt8PXJXUqZ5Y1Xj1qDMZOmw27T9Bdq5lhtouqHWz0zRb81bwMqH2FPkOBUmS_l5wGYHl2R_uQA2RK9397p5i4T6Keig4ANElFo65LwPgrT18UmGHgcGKhWsC9-BvzzEzCicKzWeubdUsDn_sHqpVBGQuQtQ/s3576/HighresScreenshotaa02.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3576" data-original-width="3408" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1aQvBbkIQu5OEzO4jrhFE05RRD6Alj2pMt8PXJXUqZ5Y1Xj1qDMZOmw27T9Bdq5lhtouqHWz0zRb81bwMqH2FPkOBUmS_l5wGYHl2R_uQA2RK9397p5i4T6Keig4ANElFo65LwPgrT18UmGHgcGKhWsC9-BvzzEzCicKzWeubdUsDn_sHqpVBGQuQtQ/s320/HighresScreenshotaa02.png" width="305" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6BaNS3_LMIkAFfm1YzGEwyz0NAtZ9nod0XFO3y_ssriV1K7eSG46SpWfMWOqyCK82lqMW6bJurPZ54x2TgrfMd0jfuNqe8HlMVssqegw5wxfxXF5jxDHrDvYcRECMFmm180oGCGPDV4djCq9o4WhXwZ_2JTfGcbiTDnmANniXL7dASqy3lEe3KvB9mA/s4410/HighresScreenshotdd003.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2682" data-original-width="4410" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6BaNS3_LMIkAFfm1YzGEwyz0NAtZ9nod0XFO3y_ssriV1K7eSG46SpWfMWOqyCK82lqMW6bJurPZ54x2TgrfMd0jfuNqe8HlMVssqegw5wxfxXF5jxDHrDvYcRECMFmm180oGCGPDV4djCq9o4WhXwZ_2JTfGcbiTDnmANniXL7dASqy3lEe3KvB9mA/s320/HighresScreenshotdd003.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">During the development stage, it is common practice to switch out pesky elements like reflections, and crashing waves - which inevitably eat up lots of resources. 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The film plot calls for a couple of different merchant groups - including a group of boats bringing exotic goods from the newly restored Byzantine empire. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The high prow'd Yenikapi, was a coastal trading ship of the 9th Century AD Byzantine Empire. In 2007, it was discovered in the Theodosius Harbor off the Golden City, Istanbul (Constantinople). At only 9 meters in length, it is smaller than the other trading ships built so far for the Scarborough set (knarr, cogs and a herring boat) - but its distinctive shape (and the craftsmanship exhibited in the boat construction) attest the skill of early/high medieval ship builders. It is possible that small vessels of this type were ubiquitous in coastal trade throughout Europe. The boat found in 2007 was capable of carrying a load of 250 amphoras.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The Istanbul Koç Museum has constructed a <a href="https://www.hurriyetdailynews.com/replica-of-ancient-shipwreck-at-rahmi-koc-museum-141423">replica </a>of the boat and a detailed description of the craft has been published by <a href="https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/action/doSearch?ContribAuthorRaw=%C3%96zsait-Kocaba%C5%9F%2C+I%C5%9F%C4%B1l">Işıl Özsait-Kocabaş</a>. From these sources, within Unreal Engine, i was able to throw together a 3D model in about 30 minutes. On my first attempt I use brute force - PathExt (poly path exude) built a shape frame and internal ribs. I then used PolyEd to build one side of the clinker hull, PlaneCutting to tidy the loose ends before Mirroring the rest of the hull. With a little more time, a second effort proceeded by warping a plane to the shape of the hull.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While the sail still needs to be converted into a cloth subject to wind inside the Engine, Botulf's crew (who figure in the first episode) are taking her for a try out in heavy weather. Botulf is one of a couple of captains of the trader Strategopoulos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here is the brute force effort.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHVxHVcFwaCAF-2MtwSBCSzEeQ5-HvyGStA70xRxeyWJkVTxd-mnfMV2maeFK3B5AhJbNVbgIFfO5qY7qN88AVIlYDnRRAIXr6UzOpyXYCPWhFx-hF4jbCLTVT6MmMtTSBLadB_e311EQoHoPrSv-iao-FIzKpQgL4znPkJAlQbt_FYyQJeU9Rmo2yUw/s1343/HighresScreenshot00003.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="715" data-original-width="1343" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHVxHVcFwaCAF-2MtwSBCSzEeQ5-HvyGStA70xRxeyWJkVTxd-mnfMV2maeFK3B5AhJbNVbgIFfO5qY7qN88AVIlYDnRRAIXr6UzOpyXYCPWhFx-hF4jbCLTVT6MmMtTSBLadB_e311EQoHoPrSv-iao-FIzKpQgL4znPkJAlQbt_FYyQJeU9Rmo2yUw/s320/HighresScreenshot00003.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnruIhe72RoDBQAZXxYOA3wYTJ2cU4BowgEz4Y9l1FFyCSrzLe2aTnQLiFi6Hyr7eFa9zyGKX0b9xoGSVG7Meg0VihFWICFelB16VMbozJWciZ7o4a_nKF_K-jkN8O5THk3kpZoH3WgN05u2X_S6BY4QZEb_VjSx5MuEKo6vSjpdvTaqo7Lmx5x5gDg/s1343/HighresScreenshot00004.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="715" data-original-width="1343" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnruIhe72RoDBQAZXxYOA3wYTJ2cU4BowgEz4Y9l1FFyCSrzLe2aTnQLiFi6Hyr7eFa9zyGKX0b9xoGSVG7Meg0VihFWICFelB16VMbozJWciZ7o4a_nKF_K-jkN8O5THk3kpZoH3WgN05u2X_S6BY4QZEb_VjSx5MuEKo6vSjpdvTaqo7Lmx5x5gDg/s320/HighresScreenshot00004.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And here is the more conventional plane shaping form on the 1254 set, with the old pier near the Damyot. To the back left is a Knarr, and center back is the port reeve's custom boat. We imagine the old pier here to have partially collapsed by 1264 as all efforts were being directed to building an all weather port to the far right.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlLi5bMGbz5TGZ0x4mrC-T1oW8CM3uDrpFKUG-aFvZvzlaz-IE5aTerDkaESJ5cBx0P_aubmABrpjwzH5BdrVvi-wtzjYZIDfX7JerbEcvq-SygBctNncnJ0_Tz0gRFQr7EIc5WT0g92Zoarcn21a7fSJYD17gP1WpAtfACEtNk2StcU2h_W9Trbvmw/s2938/HighresScreenshot00003.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="2938" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlLi5bMGbz5TGZ0x4mrC-T1oW8CM3uDrpFKUG-aFvZvzlaz-IE5aTerDkaESJ5cBx0P_aubmABrpjwzH5BdrVvi-wtzjYZIDfX7JerbEcvq-SygBctNncnJ0_Tz0gRFQr7EIc5WT0g92Zoarcn21a7fSJYD17gP1WpAtfACEtNk2StcU2h_W9Trbvmw/s320/HighresScreenshot00003.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPw19XsURQlBTSd3iRCohDKL7T3DVQ8SIILJ6aQ3Mz_RzNUOTNLf__xWFUn0er5q3jbB90Xk8bPimjuK8gSRk7ySmlxNPnd_U2n4CqPI-d-ru_LkC3ctakbpj7NeK9YBwOVEFy_es4Wl3_PtfXyHJeGWKYgpRFwMXM6Eonmn4RyZ2YvZVxPGlqVEOG4g/s1469/HighresScreenshot00004.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="1469" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPw19XsURQlBTSd3iRCohDKL7T3DVQ8SIILJ6aQ3Mz_RzNUOTNLf__xWFUn0er5q3jbB90Xk8bPimjuK8gSRk7ySmlxNPnd_U2n4CqPI-d-ru_LkC3ctakbpj7NeK9YBwOVEFy_es4Wl3_PtfXyHJeGWKYgpRFwMXM6Eonmn4RyZ2YvZVxPGlqVEOG4g/s320/HighresScreenshot00004.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSdYoJqHHwAPPER_LkkdS3agWXup368ejK4XQYsTS8WZXSjRLA4wmsyA89BDoTZvqy5l0ma8tURDfWa5yUIm6A-iQHggz7XMnFzxwy8nr011URkbV5lFH9sxaOQytPE7ShPaWLBdqM1RIQjksXFHsNvKz8Xt-VKSO4ppPu7W-PrPr8gMi6d_8OEiJbg/s5880/HighresScreenshot00018.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3576" data-original-width="5880" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSdYoJqHHwAPPER_LkkdS3agWXup368ejK4XQYsTS8WZXSjRLA4wmsyA89BDoTZvqy5l0ma8tURDfWa5yUIm6A-iQHggz7XMnFzxwy8nr011URkbV5lFH9sxaOQytPE7ShPaWLBdqM1RIQjksXFHsNvKz8Xt-VKSO4ppPu7W-PrPr8gMi6d_8OEiJbg/s320/HighresScreenshot00018.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The scene takes on a different feel with wind and the conversion of sail to cloth physics.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImZtY6X6EXfXLuVt8EbNnMkdGLCJtkWBWnZyxSzRqJQPDczt-vuEE2XNfIE5mMpY2AarWSCb8n5CSP4i7w9799Z1nq52k_dVp2S9JaBc8BnPd0owFJtXrjKvY3xxH0t8qa-zYkugANgSdEdrXA5wDT9Nw1h-Aaa-ZKEEmu2u2XmvOOSTIKkcXd4tngA/s5880/HighresScreenshot00029.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3308" data-original-width="5880" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImZtY6X6EXfXLuVt8EbNnMkdGLCJtkWBWnZyxSzRqJQPDczt-vuEE2XNfIE5mMpY2AarWSCb8n5CSP4i7w9799Z1nq52k_dVp2S9JaBc8BnPd0owFJtXrjKvY3xxH0t8qa-zYkugANgSdEdrXA5wDT9Nw1h-Aaa-ZKEEmu2u2XmvOOSTIKkcXd4tngA/s320/HighresScreenshot00029.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As noted above, this model was made for background shots - in full light on the ocean, a close up cannot hide the clunky look of the first model. This type of asset could be coated with a voxel layer to create a more complex surface - but, now we have the second form, that is unnecessary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF8PfvA1brfQhR7BqTfhO7Rj4YkCy5VC2-2WG5OAqutq9mpsP9tjJUcO3QzOmjg_JDDNC9U3EI6938hyj8U-eVvlJY2rNjzfDumGvo6Q_WIo4Y5TbKtzArW1GbzUJ15ehKNVeBbqHBjQOyjqhvJXIiDxwZBWjIwyuOxYPW-YodQjBhG94VFiHLL-cYrg/s1920/Ocean.0072.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF8PfvA1brfQhR7BqTfhO7Rj4YkCy5VC2-2WG5OAqutq9mpsP9tjJUcO3QzOmjg_JDDNC9U3EI6938hyj8U-eVvlJY2rNjzfDumGvo6Q_WIo4Y5TbKtzArW1GbzUJ15ehKNVeBbqHBjQOyjqhvJXIiDxwZBWjIwyuOxYPW-YodQjBhG94VFiHLL-cYrg/s320/Ocean.0072.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Even from a distance, the port was in earshot of most in the Old Town. Here, in a shot taken from near St Mary's, picking up a mix of ceramic and hard wood tiled roofs bring a touch of unexpected color to the town - (only the well off could afford green fired tiles). The use of roofing (and floor) tiles long pre-dated the medieval period in Britain - repurposed ceramic roof tiles found their way into the structure of the castle fireplace and probably found use in other situations. Fragments of contemporary ceramic tiles constitute are frequently found throughout Yorkshire. Those interested in the history of ceramics might look at the superb <a href="https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5c62d8bb809d8e27588adcc0/t/5d037cb0971aca0001a049e0/1560509648244/A+Guide+to+Ceramic+Building+Materials+-+JM+McComish.pdf#page23">insight report</a> by J.M. McComish. <div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDyKn9-CBDoFIPIh-lnbpon4xXk5aJDPL-iE2o2tOXdbnb6X6UCoN7GP2hiZFB-j_huGpGhPha3Y9LN9cj_x4W2OWvcCUOYKYKP7EuoObAY4ZWO5BpY9ghSduR_AQ1V_WTXe9R-B4TnatLVQyUv29h7ntsuiHSybiMHvu08YdGeG6n3YJSiWfu2G_-g/s5286/HighresScreenshot00011.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2577" data-original-width="5286" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDyKn9-CBDoFIPIh-lnbpon4xXk5aJDPL-iE2o2tOXdbnb6X6UCoN7GP2hiZFB-j_huGpGhPha3Y9LN9cj_x4W2OWvcCUOYKYKP7EuoObAY4ZWO5BpY9ghSduR_AQ1V_WTXe9R-B4TnatLVQyUv29h7ntsuiHSybiMHvu08YdGeG6n3YJSiWfu2G_-g/s320/HighresScreenshot00011.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here, age/dirt and soot masks have been applied to the town assets - and space allocated for domestic animals, trade works and household gardens. </div></div><p></p></div>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-69323424567827122622023-01-13T01:46:00.005-08:002023-02-06T12:58:26.153-08:00Scarborough 1264: On set<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJNf0lHeuugtjMG0EmXFxSdZn7CKPaKW7XEd5b8MarLi6znJWtbqxwAID-Kk_Ye0uDsVCkcJd-buFoPHWWgSADTfPzJT_k04VROFVe0X_RdXaHE4hgMZHIGTMnKAHjPtYf_sTedcDlNDg58Dw_zNvlgRLlrDfz4Nx0kUU7z-pb8GT_zS2rhs7CCYvqg/s1920/testcruikgroom.0281.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJNf0lHeuugtjMG0EmXFxSdZn7CKPaKW7XEd5b8MarLi6znJWtbqxwAID-Kk_Ye0uDsVCkcJd-buFoPHWWgSADTfPzJT_k04VROFVe0X_RdXaHE4hgMZHIGTMnKAHjPtYf_sTedcDlNDg58Dw_zNvlgRLlrDfz4Nx0kUU7z-pb8GT_zS2rhs7CCYvqg/s320/testcruikgroom.0281.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Q5Vu63-TVSrOBC4wSL6-y2NYDAXc2hwXCZBTw52ZZ2aa4uD1dCH_CSzfMD958XADb5_gFR-DrDZ0IIbJIxluMKnEarDMsRL3O58EVZm-tOzocVdit7hZVHv4YLGXSUWo_hFw3DwMjifiBsUKnWv7HKDCr-W_AJEgxh7lwyMBRE8DUWhyF1vlYt4VHQ/s1920/testcruikgroom.0647.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Q5Vu63-TVSrOBC4wSL6-y2NYDAXc2hwXCZBTw52ZZ2aa4uD1dCH_CSzfMD958XADb5_gFR-DrDZ0IIbJIxluMKnEarDMsRL3O58EVZm-tOzocVdit7hZVHv4YLGXSUWo_hFw3DwMjifiBsUKnWv7HKDCr-W_AJEgxh7lwyMBRE8DUWhyF1vlYt4VHQ/s320/testcruikgroom.0647.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaOobZ_iVJdA4hPdabtvwVtXohTzlV6UfjkRthirppQL9flEWb9y3-6j4-p2AvKeoGgTtQdFyZjQFoZtRvQPKqTlhaOHdbx5cmChiZT-NDzpfvEn2Vwzjb_yB3uxs_48jVGYinuxd3YkgbAbsYoazYkGLnfl_hAndVrTF6DQvt2KXcyC3M29MhrqPz7g/s1920/testcruikgroom.0747.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaOobZ_iVJdA4hPdabtvwVtXohTzlV6UfjkRthirppQL9flEWb9y3-6j4-p2AvKeoGgTtQdFyZjQFoZtRvQPKqTlhaOHdbx5cmChiZT-NDzpfvEn2Vwzjb_yB3uxs_48jVGYinuxd3YkgbAbsYoazYkGLnfl_hAndVrTF6DQvt2KXcyC3M29MhrqPz7g/s320/testcruikgroom.0747.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The working sets are starting to get crowded with actors and animals - and the first higher quality renders of the early -high medieval crucks (a house built around heavy bent oak pieces) are showing some promise. We had intended to keep the cruck roofs tiled with Scarborough fired clay (perhaps with its signature green hue), but we have succumbed to the temptation of using occasional oak shingles and unfired red tiles. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The type of roofing material used was probably an indication of wealth and the colors of the houses were probably grouped accordingly. Here, the retired potter Tansy (sitting right) living a stones throw from the Shambles, can only afford shingles while her neighbors have weathered tiles. We have groomed her cruck to include second story storage with outdoor access (a stair well and a house crane) and a guard pig. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The plaster walls of the crucks have been constructed in layers approximating their real state, to allow for water and other damage between annual recoats. Below is a short gif built to take artists through the construction process (there are about 200 houses to personalize).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEt4_Yyawxfcg5Akq_HjGsIBf2u9ovUtlStqWN-St5WdVa3BxZBAIzr7y7CJo6cSCliOkEoeZP7mpg2x5vvtcE8n2IpOeI0MrPRD_e-M34OeqMBgx7Lj1jalT0jY9Gy8VoKGsUe3xHL_QeRzfq4TFofU9vClIt7ZJAshZ-0m3LrzQTuojYwdI5y8Fkqg/s2948/Build%20copy.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2948" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEt4_Yyawxfcg5Akq_HjGsIBf2u9ovUtlStqWN-St5WdVa3BxZBAIzr7y7CJo6cSCliOkEoeZP7mpg2x5vvtcE8n2IpOeI0MrPRD_e-M34OeqMBgx7Lj1jalT0jY9Gy8VoKGsUe3xHL_QeRzfq4TFofU9vClIt7ZJAshZ-0m3LrzQTuojYwdI5y8Fkqg/s320/Build%20copy.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139897458352171700.post-25370237771490211042023-01-07T23:55:00.001-08:002023-02-06T14:15:32.702-08:00Recreating the town of Scarborough, Yorkshire: Post 8: Turning basic geometry into realistic sets<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gCE1qfMgcao" width="320" youtube-src-id="gCE1qfMgcao"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>Having created the basic geometry for the early/high medieval buildings of Scarborough, time has come to convert them from basic geometry into believable buildings. Above is a short clip showing how a '2-bay Cruck' is being given aged oak frames, window shutters and a door and partly eroded plaster walls.</p><p>The process is a little different for each geometric shape. Basically, model details are exported to Photoshop where 3D surfaces (at 3 different quality levels to match different cinematic objectives) are built to match to underlying model (and, in the case of buildings like this one, where there are many in the town, lots of different 'skins' that can be applied to houses). The surface details are then imported back into the Unreal Engine and projected onto the model geometry, scaled and offset and then baked. </p>Peter Quintonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08792870906211463225noreply@blogger.com0