Time to complete the Bucket List

We stepped off the train in Adelaide at 7.30 in the morning to very unseasonal weather for this time of year. Having experienced some unseasonal weather in Perth, we were hoping for wall to wall sunshine in Adelaide. We were told it had been +30 degrees centigrade the week before but had changed and was cold in the mornings and only around 23 degrees as best.

Not the best start, but after dropping our bags at the hotel, we went on an orientation tour with the Adelaide tourist board. This was free and was a 90 minutes walk around the CBD (commercial business district) of Adelaide. It was helpful as we were given information on such things as the free buses that do a loop around Adelaide and the main sights.

We learned that the city was built using a grid system of roads. The centre vertical axis road was named after our King William IV, and still is today. Each road either side of this main street has a different name as nobody should ‘cross the king’. The town is named after the King’s wife Adelaide.

The guide also threw in a bit of history of Adelaide advising that it was not a city founded on convict labour from England but populated, after its foundation by the British, by Lutherans escaping religious persecution in Europe.

When the British were looking to found the new British colony of South Australia in the mid 1830s, a Captain William Light was appointed Surveyor General of South Australia and was responsible for the positioning of Adelaide. One reason for its location spanning the River Torrens is the Adelaide hills to the north which ensured rainfall and the location not being prone to drought.

It is is small but nice city and we were particularly impressed by the suburbs north of the River Torrens with their pleasant housing, restaurants and quite clean streets. There is an interesting museum, botanical garden and the Adelaide Fringe was on which we understood to be popular.

After our first day exploring Adelaide we left early the next morning for the much publicised (due to the recent fires) Kangaroo Island and we will cover this in a separate post.

After spending two days at Kangaroo Island we spent our last day in Adelaide visiting the famous wine making region of the Barossa Valley which is north of the city on the other side of the Adelaide hills. The day consisted of visiting a dam, a typical Barossa Valley town and four wineries.

The Barossa Reservoir dam was not spectacular compared to today’s standards but was completed in 1902 and has surprising acoustic properties. Sounds at one end of the dam can be heard at the other end due to its curved shape with the sound waves reflecting off the wall as they travel 140 metres. A bit like the whispering gallery at St Paul’s Cathedral.

The wine tasting was very enjoyable with roughly five wines being tasted at each winery.

At the second winery we had a very nice cheese board lunch to complement the wines. The only disappointing factor with visiting smaller wineries is that they often do not sell abroad and the cost of shipping would make the wines uneconomical. That said, it was still a nice day and a chance to see the countryside whilst enjoying one of Australia’s biggest exports.

Tomorrow we leave for a very early flight to Ayers Rock.

I didn’t think, when I awoke on Sunday morning that I would find myself interested in rail gauges, but that was to be. We had embarked on a 48 hour journey, travelling across two thirds of Australia from Perth to Adelaide on the Indian Pacific railway.

By 1917 it was possible to travel by train from the Indian Ocean at Perth to the Pacific Ocean at Sydney. Problem was that a mix of rail track gauges had been created to suit different trains – anything from 9” wide to 5’4”. This necessitated passengers changing from one train to another up to six times across the full journey.

It was not until 1969 that a standard gauge rail system (at 5’4” wide) was created across the full width of the country that enabled passengers to complete the journey on just one train.

While the development of the railway may have been welcomed by many, it was not the case for all. In 1882 Aboriginal people around the area of Ooldea, on the east side of the Nullarbor plain, considered the arriving steam train was a great white snake carrying wicked spirits. Today, some might consider that still to be true having viewed the contents of the bar area.

Our journey took us through some towns with interesting names such as Koolyanobbing, six hours by train from Perth; Tarcoola, Kingoonya and Wirraminna. Many of these small settlements support farming communities. A lot of the land we travel through is given over to sheep farming and hay production. Other locations, such as Cook (between Perth and Adelaide) comprise just four residents who provide accommodation for train drivers changing shifts and staying between 8 and 30 hours.

The Indian Pacific crawls at a snail’s pace compared to our high speed trains, but having 31 coaches going at a faster pace might see the rear carriages shooting off the rails, just like kids when they run around the playground hands linked in a long chain.

We saw our first kangaroos (at a distance) an hour into our journey, and after four hours we saw a low flying helicopter. These are used to round up sheep across huge swathes of land. We passed several small sites with airstrips which also double up for the Flying Doctors who provide vital emergency support to rural communities and, indeed, train occupants in this vast outback. One train driver had to be taken off by the Flying Doctor after he was bitten by a poisonous spider. Luckily, this was not on our train.

At certain points along the route we were given the opportunity to stretch our legs. This included a visit to Australia’s second biggest pit, the Super Pit in Kalgoorlie, which mines gold. The trouble was that we arrived at 10pm so a lot of the views were in darkness, but we did get the opportunity to jump on a digger or two, which were huge. The rest of the community were either employed to entertain us or were in bed, apart from a few young guys going to a local bar for a few bevvies.

The potential of the area, where Kalgoorlie later became established, was discovered by chance. In 1893 prospector Paddy Hannah found a substantial amount of gold nuggets and this sparked the biggest gold rush in Australian history. It is still a gold mine today, in more ways than one. The pit is so large it can be seen from space.

We also found out there are feral camels, introduced to the country to transport food and equipment when the Super Pit was being developed. We have not seen any so far, but they did make a lovely curry at lunchtime! Truly.

Breakfast off the train the following morning gave us the chance to have a look at the entire length of our 31 carriage train when we disembarked at Rawlinna, which borders the largest sheep station in the Southern Hemisphere, comprising 80,000 sheep. Try counting them in your sleep.

Soon after, the landscape started to slowly change to semi-desert. Where once we saw trees and bushes, we now viewed a vast expanse of red coloured sand and low lying salt bushes – trees cannot survive in this calcium-rich ground which was once seabed.

We completed our journey in Adelaide, which we will use as a base for other trips in the surrounding regions.

Copyright: Words and photos Sue Barnard 2020

PS Apologies, wi fi problems meant that yesterday’s posting came across without photos.

I didn’t think, when I awoke on Sunday morning that I would find myself interested in rail gauges, but that was to be. We had embarked on a 48 hour journey, travelling across two thirds of Australia from Perth to Adelaide on the Indian Pacific railway.

By 1917 it was possible to travel by train from the Indian Ocean at Perth to the Pacific Ocean at Sydney. Problem was that a mix of rail track gauges had been created to suit different trains – anything from 9” wide to 5’4”. This necessitated passengers changing from one train to another up to six times across the full journey.

It was not until 1969 that a standard gauge rail system (at 5’4” wide) was created across the full width of the country that enabled passengers to complete the journey on just one train.

While the development of the railway may have been welcomed by many, it was not the case for all. In 1882 Aboriginal people around the area of Ooldea, on the east side of the Nullarbor plain, considered the arriving steam train was a great white snake carrying wicked spirits. Today, some might consider that still to be true having viewed the contents of the bar area.

Our journey took us through some towns with interesting names such as Koolyanobbing, six hours by train from Perth; Tarcoola, Kingoonya and Wirraminna. Many of these small settlements support farming communities. A lot of the land we travel through is given over to sheep farming and hay production. Other locations, such as Cook (between Perth and Adelaide) comprise just four residents who provide accommodation for train drivers changing shifts and staying between 8 and 30 hours.

The Indian Pacific crawls at a snail’s pace compared to our high speed trains, but having 31 coaches going at a faster pace might see the rear carriages shooting off the rails, just like kids when they run around the playground hands linked in a long chain.

We saw our first kangaroos (at a distance) an hour into our journey, and after four hours we saw a low flying helicopter. These are used to round up sheep across huge swathes of land. We passed several small sites with airstrips which also double up for the Flying Doctors who provide vital emergency support to rural communities and, indeed, train occupants in this vast outback. One train driver had to be taken off by the Flying Doctor after he was bitten by a poisonous spider. Luckily, this was not on our train.

At certain points along the route we were given the opportunity to stretch our legs. This included a visit to Australia’s second biggest pit, the Super Pit in Kalgoorlie, which mines gold. The trouble was that we arrived at 10pm so a lot of the views were in darkness, but we did get the opportunity to jump on a digger or two, which were huge. The rest of the community were either employed to entertain us or were in bed, apart from a few young guys going to a local bar for a few bevvies.

The potential of the area, where Kalgoorlie later became established, was discovered by chance. In 1893 prospector Paddy Hannah found a substantial amount of gold nuggets and this sparked the biggest gold rush in Australian history. It is still a gold mine today, in more ways than one. The pit is so large it can be seen from space.

We also found out there are feral camels, introduced to the country to transport food and equipment when the Super Pit was being developed. We have not seen any so far, but they did make a lovely curry at lunchtime! Truly.

Breakfast off the train the following morning gave us the chance to have a look at the entire length of our 31 carriage train when we disembarked at Rawlinna, which borders the largest sheep station in the Southern Hemisphere, comprising 80,000 sheep. Try counting them in your sleep.

Soon after, the landscape started to slowly change to semi-desert. Where once we saw trees and bushes, we now viewed a vast expanse of red coloured sand and low lying salt bushes – trees cannot survive in this calcium-rich ground which was once seabed.

We completed our journey in Adelaide, which we will use as a base for other trips in the surrounding regions.

Copyright: Words and photos Sue Barnard 2020

PS Apologies, wi fi problems meant that yesterday’s posting came across without photos.

I didn’t think, when I awoke on Sunday morning that I would find myself interested in rail gauges, but that was to be. We had embarked on a 48 hour journey, travelling across two thirds of Australia from Perth to Adelaide on the Indian Pacific railway.

By 1917 it was possible to travel by train from the Indian Ocean at Perth to the Pacific Ocean at Sydney. Problem was that a mix of rail track gauges had been created to suit different trains – anything from 9” wide to 5’4”. This necessitated passengers changing from one train to another up to six times across the full journey.

It was not until 1969 that a standard gauge rail system (at 5’4” wide) was created across the full width of the country that enabled passengers to complete the journey on just one train.

While the development of the railway may have been welcomed by many, it was not the case for all. In 1882 Aboriginal people around the area of Ooldea, on the east side of the Nullarbor plain, considered the arriving steam train was a great white snake carrying wicked spirits. Today, some might consider that still to be true having viewed the contents of the bar area.

Our journey took us through some towns with interesting names such as Koolyanobbing, six hours by train from Perth; Tarcoola, Kingoonya and Wirraminna. Many of these small settlements support farming communities. A lot of the land we travel through is given over to sheep farming and hay production. Other locations, such as Cook (between Perth and Adelaide) comprise just four residents who provide accommodation for train drivers changing shifts and staying between 8 and 30 hours.

The Indian Pacific crawls at a snail’s pace compared to our high speed trains, but having 31 coaches going at a faster pace might see the rear carriages shooting off the rails, just like kids when they run around the playground hands linked in a long chain.

We saw our first kangaroos (at a distance) an hour into our journey, and after four hours we saw a low flying helicopter. These are used to round up sheep across huge swathes of land. We passed several small sites with airstrips which also double up for the Flying Doctors who provide vital emergency support to rural communities and, indeed, train occupants in this vast outback. One train driver had to be taken off by the Flying Doctor after he was bitten by a poisonous spider. Luckily, this was not on our train.

At certain points along the route we were given the opportunity to stretch our legs. This included a visit to Australia’s second biggest pit, the Super Pit in Kalgoorlie, which mines gold. The trouble was that we arrived at 10pm so a lot of the views were in darkness, but we did get the opportunity to jump on a digger or two, which were huge. The rest of the community were either employed to entertain us or were in bed, apart from a few young guys going to a local bar for a few bevvies.

The potential of the area, where Kalgoorlie later became established, was discovered by chance. In 1893 prospector Paddy Hannah found a substantial amount of gold nuggets and this sparked the biggest gold rush in Australian history. It is still a gold mine today, in more ways than one. The pit is so large it can be seen from space.

We also found out there are feral camels, introduced to the country to transport food and equipment when the Super Pit was being developed. We have not seen any so far, but they did make a lovely curry at lunchtime! Truly.

Breakfast off the train the following morning gave us the chance to have a look at the entire length of our 31 carriage train when we disembarked at Rawlinna, which borders the largest sheep station in the Southern Hemisphere, comprising 80,000 sheep. Try counting them in your sleep.

Soon after, the landscape started to slowly change to semi-desert. Where once we saw trees and bushes, we now viewed a vast expanse of red coloured sand and low lying salt bushes – trees cannot survive in this calcium-rich ground which was once seabed.

We completed our journey in Adelaide, which we will use as a base for other trips in the surrounding regions.

Copyright: Words and photos Sue Barnard 2020

PS Apologies, wi fi problems meant that yesterday’s posting came across without photos.

I didn’t think, when I awoke on Sunday morning that I would find myself interested in rail gauges, but that was to be. We had embarked on a 48 hour journey, travelling across two thirds of Australia from Perth to Adelaide on the Indian Pacific railway.

By 1917 it was possible to travel by train from the Indian Ocean at Perth to the Pacific Ocean at Sydney. Problem was that a mix of rail track gauges had been created to suit different trains – anything from 9” wide to 5’4”. This necessitated passengers changing from one train to another up to six times across the full journey.

It was not until 1969 that a standard gauge rail system (at 5’4” wide) was created across the full width of the country that enabled passengers to complete the journey on just one train.

While the development of the railway may have been welcomed by many, it was not the case for all. In 1882 Aboriginal people around the area of Ooldea, on the east side of the Nullarbor plain, considered the arriving steam train was a great white snake carrying wicked spirits. Today, some might consider that still to be true having viewed the contents of the bar area.

Our journey took us through some towns with interesting names such as Koolyanobbing, six hours by train from Perth; Tarcoola, Kingoonya and Wirraminna. Many of these small settlements support farming communities. A lot of the land we travel through is given over to sheep farming and hay production. Other locations, such as Cook (between Perth and Adelaide) comprise just four residents who provide accommodation for train drivers changing shifts and staying between 8 and 30 hours.

The Indian Pacific crawls at a snail’s pace compared to our high speed trains, but having 31 coaches going at a faster pace might see the rear carriages shooting off the rails, just like kids when they run around the playground hands linked in a long chain.

We saw our first kangaroos (at a distance) an hour into our journey, and after four hours we saw a low flying helicopter. These are used to round up sheep across huge swathes of land. We passed several small sites with airstrips which also double up for the Flying Doctors who provide vital emergency support to rural communities and, indeed, train occupants in this vast outback. One train driver had to be taken off by the Flying Doctor after he was bitten by a poisonous spider. Luckily, this was not on our train.

At certain points along the route we were given the opportunity to stretch our legs. This included a visit to Australia’s second biggest pit, the Super Pit in Kalgoorlie, which mines gold. The trouble was that we arrived at 10pm so a lot of the views were in darkness, but we did get the opportunity to jump on a digger or two, which were huge. The rest of the community were either employed to entertain us or were in bed, apart from a few young guys going to a local bar for a few bevvies.

The potential of the area, where Kalgoorlie later became established, was discovered by chance. In 1893 prospector Paddy Hannah found a substantial amount of gold nuggets and this sparked the biggest gold rush in Australian history. It is still a gold mine today, in more ways than one. The pit is so large it can be seen from space.

We also found out there are feral camels, introduced to the country to transport food and equipment when the Super Pit was being developed. We have not seen any so far, but they did make a lovely curry at lunchtime! Truly.

Breakfast off the train the following morning gave us the chance to have a look at the entire length of our 31 carriage train when we disembarked at Rawlinna, which borders the largest sheep station in the Southern Hemisphere, comprising 80,000 sheep. Try counting them in your sleep.

Soon after, the landscape started to slowly change to semi-desert. Where once we saw trees and bushes, we now viewed a vast expanse of red coloured sand and low lying salt bushes – trees cannot survive in this calcium-rich ground which was once seabed.

We completed our journey in Adelaide, which we will use as a base for other trips in the surrounding regions.

Copyright: Words and photos Sue Barnard 2020

PS Apologies, wi fi problems meant that yesterday’s posting came across without photos.

I didn’t think, when I awoke on Sunday morning, that I would find myself interested in rail gauges, but that was to be. We had embarked on a 48 hour journey, travelling across two thirds of Australia from Perth to Adelaide on the Indian Pacific railway.

By 1917 it was possible to travel by train from the Indian Ocean at Perth to the Pacific Ocean at Sydney. Problem was that a mix of rail track gauges had been created to suit different trains – anything from 9” wide to 5’4”. This necessitated passengers changing from one train to another up to six times across the full journey.

It was not until 1969 that a standard gauge rail system (at 5’4” wide) was created across the full width of the country that enabled passengers to complete the journey on just one train.

While the development of the railway may have been welcomed by many, it was not the case for all. In 1882 Aboriginal people around the area of Ooldea, on the east side of the Nullarbor plain, considered the arriving steam train was a great white snake carrying wicked spirits. Today, some might consider that still to be true having viewed the contents of the bar area.

Our journey took us through some towns with interesting names such as Koolyanobbing, six hours by train from Perth; Tarcoola, Kingoonya and Wirraminna. Many of these small settlements support farming communities. A lot of the land we travel through is given over to sheep farming and hay production. Other locations, such as Cook (between Perth and Adelaide) comprise just four residents who provide accommodation for train drivers changing shifts and staying between 8 and 30 hours.

The Indian Pacific crawls at a snail’s pace compared to our high speed trains, but having 31 coaches going at a faster pace might see the rear carriages shooting off the rails, just like kids when they run around the playground hands linked in a long chain.

We saw our first kangaroos (at a distance) an hour into our journey, and after four hours we saw a low flying helicopter. These are used to round up sheep across huge swathes of land. We passed several small sites with airstrips which also double up for the Flying Doctors who provide vital emergency support to rural communities and, indeed, train occupants in this vast outback. One train driver had to be taken off by the Flying Doctor after he was bitten by a poisonous spider. Luckily, this was not on our train.

At certain points along the route we were given the opportunity to stretch our legs. This included a visit to Australia’s second biggest pit, the Super Pit in Kalgoorlie, which mines gold. The trouble was that we arrived at 10pm so a lot of the views were in darkness, but we did get the opportunity to jump on a digger or two, which were huge. The rest of the community were either employed to entertain us or were in bed, apart from a few young guys going to a local bar for a few bevvies.

The potential of the area, where Kalgoorlie later became established, was discovered by chance. In 1893 prospector Paddy Hannah found a substantial amount of gold nuggets and this sparked the biggest gold rush in Australian history. It is still a gold mine today, in more ways than one. The pit is so large it can be seen from space.

We also found out there are feral camels, introduced to the country to transport food and equipment when the Super Pit was being developed. We have not seen any so far, but they did make a lovely curry at lunchtime! Truly.

Breakfast off the train the following morning gave us the chance to have a look at the entire length of our 31 carriage train when we disembarked at Rawlinna, which boarders the largest sheep station in the Southern Hemisphere, comprising 80,000 sheep. Try counting them in your sleep.

Soon after, the landscape started to slowly change to semi-desert. Where once we saw trees and bushes, we now viewed a vast expanse of red coloured sand and low lying salt bushes – trees cannot survive in this calcium-rich ground which was once seabed.

We completed our journey in Adelaide, which we will use as a base for other trips in the surrounding regions.

Copyright: Words and photos Sue Barnard 2020

I could live in Australia. I know we have only been here a few days but if Perth is anything to go by, things bode well. The city has just two million people. It has wide roads with limited rush hour traffic. There are few people on the trains, even at the busiest of times, and those trains are wide with lots of space for standing if necessary. What’s more the carriages are clean and notices state that if students are travelling with a discounted fare they should stand for adults so they can be seated. Added to this, the streets are litter free!

Of course, speaking the same language helps, but there is so much that is similar to the UK. This includes driving on the left side of the road, and many of the retailer names are familiar. But above all the people are friendly and polite.

What we didn’t expect, given all the problems Australia has had with bush fires, were storms for three days. Those rain droplets come down as stair rods of heavy globules. So on our first day we planned to be inside. Well ‘inside’ was an appropriate word as it happens, as we took ourselves off to jail in the nearby town of Fremantle. The jail was built by convicts to house convicts… from Britain. The country’s aim, according to the prison’s information boards, was ‘overseas nation building’, and in so doing (according to a quote from Charles Darwin) this would make men ‘outwardly honest… converting vagabonds, most useless in one country, into active citizens of another’.

More than 165,000 men, women and children were transported to Australia between 1788 and 1868. Construction of the prison, in which the men were to be detained, ran between 1851 and 1859.

Conditions were cruel and dire. There was enforced hard labour, frequent floggings, executions and solitary confinement – sometimes up to two years. The cells were small, many died of the cold or the heat, or of diseases such as rickets.

It is recognised today that many of the jails, town halls, museums, schools, churches, roads and bridges in Australia were built as the result of convict labour. Fremantle prison is now a World Heritage site.

As the rain continued to sheet down we were off the next day for a boat trip to Rottnest Island, famed for its quokkas – marsupials which look like a cross between a large mouse and tiny kangaroo. When they do move, which is not often seen, they hop around in a similar fashion to the kangaroo but with their front legs also on the ground.

There are estimated to be 12,000 of them, and Rottnest is their native homeland. While numbers may be large, actually finding them in their natural wild habitat is difficult as they hide under low lying bushes of a similar colour to themselves.

The best place to seek them out, sadly, is around the ferry port. This is the main town of just a few shops, restaurants and bars, and unfortunately the quokkas have picked up on human behaviour. However much is said to visitors about the perils of feeding the animals, this practise continues by the few. Quokkas cannot digest human food and it has been found to cut their normal 10 year lifespan by half. A sure sign of eating human’s food is mange, which some of the animals near the eating areas clearly had.

We were due to cycle around the island, but the pouring stair rods resulted in us being offered a coach ride instead. Of course, after days of rain it then stopped, but the coach ride worked out well as we could see some good views of the bays and sandy beaches around the whole island.

Rottness also has a golf course with 60 members, a third being women. Four competitions are held each year, but bear in mind that not all members will reside on the island throughout the year, so attendees will be fewer. We only saw two people on the whole course.

A discussion with the greenkeeper (the only employee, and a job highly sought after) revealed that, without a natural water supply, the course is fed from the island’s waste water – an offshoot from its popular tourism industry. What water there is on the island has an extremely high salt content and at one time was a source for salt production.

The island also has a bowling green, the best kept I had ever seen. However, closer inspection showed it was of artificial grass, but considered a good surface. This was used by tourists rather than club members.

The following day we were off to sip wine and beer under the guise of a boat trip up the Swan River. The sun had at last come out and it gave us a good opportunity to view the river at its best and to see a different side of Perth with large, luxurious, detached properties lining the banks in places. Once off the boat, tastings were plentiful. The first winery offered 15 samplings alone. This was followed by a brewery visit, which was a little more modest – just one small sample of beer. But the choice included some interesting mixes, such as lemon and lime cheesecake IPA brewed with lactose and vanilla bean. Tasty, but memorable only because of its name.

Finally we headed to a chocolate tasting. Again this was a more modest one truffle, but this was followed by chocolate liquors so sweet they will blow your head off. Great with ice cream though.

Alcohol and views around Perth were not the only things we gained on this trip. We met some lovely people, many of whom had British heritage, coming from the UK on the £10 Pom ticket in the 1970s. Their families seem to have chosen well from what we have so far experienced in the very nice area of Perth.

Tomorrow we are taking a three day trip by train from Perth to Adelaide via Kalgoorlie and Nullarbor. The Indian-Pacific train (from the Indian Ocean to Pacific Ocean) does not have wi-fi so it may be a few days before you hear from us again.

Copyright: Words and photos Sue Barnard 2020.

On the road again… it sounds as if I am going to burst into a Canned Heat song. More realistically, I should be singing ‘Trains and boats and planes’ as on this trip we will be travelling on all of these. We are off for a prolonged adventure – we are ‘doing’ Australia.

It is a country we have never visited. Traditional holiday breaks of two weeks would not justify a trip of such distance just to get there, let alone cover a country which some sources consider is 32 times greater than the UK.

We will be heading to Perth, then towards Adelaide where we will also take a trip to Kangaroo Island which has been so badly affected by the bush fires. A trip would not be complete without a visit to Uluru (Ayres Rock). Then we will head to Cairns, Fraser Island, and Sydney with it’s famous bridge (I quiver at the thought of climbing it… it’s scheduled). Then on to Tasmania before heading to Melbourne and back home. We shall include a map with the various routes we will be taking.

In Melbourne we will be meeting with our favourite Aussies. Well I say that, but they are the only Aussies we know! We met Diane and Eric when we were travelling in Vietnam 16 years ago and we have stayed in touch ever since, meeting them in the UK from time to time. Great friendships can be made when travelling, and we have made many friends along the way (both UK and overseas located) during our trips. The internet has been great for keeping in touch with new friends near and far.

I have had requests for more Little Ted photos. Well I shall see what is appropriate. I don’t what him getting ahead of himself and edging in too much. I have also had questions about his outfits. Well, these are made by his mum, with great effort which I hope he appreciates. A tiny outfit takes as long as an adult version. Traditional or appropriate outfits are selected for each trip. I have a few up my sleeve.

So now we head for 17 hour flight with lots of reading matter to hand.

Copyright: Words and photos Sue Barnard 2020.

Was it a good idea returning to a holiday destination? Well, for a big city like New York, it was. There were so many things we did on this trip that we had not done 26 years ago, and there are still many places to see.

Changes since our last visit together included the traffic. It was busy previously, but was so much busier this time. The 20 mile road journey between JFK airport and Manhattan was bumper to bumper both ways, and at any time of the day. An estimated 75 minutes is good timing for this trip. We were soon to find out that in the centre of New York sirens and toots sound continuously – day and night.

Just as busy were the pavements. There were tourists in their masses and extra time had to be allowed to get to a destination on foot. Of course, we added to the numbers. Most people appeared to have come to see the Christmas decorations and to shop.

When we mentioned we were going to New York at Christmas, many people asked if our trip was to see the decorations. It was not the intention, but we were then surprised that these were not abundant in Manhattan.

The Rockefeller Centre had its 70ft tree with a reported 45,000 lights and Macy’s had some window ornaments, but there was nothing on the scale of the London’s Regent Street lights. However, there were coach trips out of town to see community displays, which had caught the attention of a UK TV station prior to our trip – one house being the talk of the town with the owner’s 450 bright ornaments.

Despite the noise, traffic and visitor numbers, central Manhattan was an ideal location to catch a show. The theatres were all minutes away. It was also a good time to visit as the sites (particularly museums and galleries) were very low on numbers. We covered a great deal of ground during our few days in New York, but there is still so much more to see. Maybe some day we will return. In the meantime, we wish you an enjoyable 2020 and shall leave you in good US tradition, hoping you too had ‘happy holidays’.

Copyright: Words and photos Sue Barnard 2019

Aside from the Queen’s Gallery exhibitions in London, I don’t think we have seen such an outstanding private collection of artworks in one place as that of the Frick Collection.

Hans Holbein the Younger, was followed by Bruegel the Elder, Titian, Turner, Degas, van Dyke, Rembrandt and Vermeer. The exhaustive list goes on. Photography was not allowed inside the galleries of the Frick Collection as the artworks are all original, but just a few we found especially delightful follow and can be found on the internet.

Hans Holbein the Younger, ‘Sir Thomas More’ – oh, the realistic painting of the fur, the folds in the velvet and More’s stubble.

John Constable’s ‘Salisbury Cathedral’ – such detailed architecture.

Diego Velazquez’s ‘King Philip IV of Spain’ – the artist’s works are rarely seen outside Spain and this is considered to be one of Frick’s most important acquisitions.

Some of the first images visitors see when entering the gallery’s Boucher room are exquisite wall paintings of very young children taking on the role of adults demonstrating various activities in the arts and sciences. These include the children as sculptors, architects, chemists, horticulturalists, astronomers and actors, all painted by Francois Boucher, circa 1760. A virtual tour of these paintings in the Boucher Room can be found on the Frick website.

There were also incredible sculptures, Sevres porcelain, clocks and furniture – all rare and in keeping with this magnificent collection.

But how did all these items come together for this exhibition? The collector, Henry Clay Frick (1849-1919) was a wealthy man. He came from modest beginnings, born in Pennsylvania the son of an immigrant farmer. He worked his way up to become a book-keeper and later, with a cousin, invested in the local coal beds rich in high-grade bituminous coal which was just what the growing iron and steel industries needed.

Within a decade Frick was producing almost 80% of the coke used by these industries in Pittsburg. He later went into partnership in the steel industry, and in time was considered to be the largest individual stockholder in the railway industry – not just in America, but the world.

Frick acquired the site on 70th street in New York in 1913 paying almost $6 million for the land, house construction and interior fixtures. His extensive art collection was additional to this sum. This is a large amount today, let alone at the turn of the 1900s.

It was considered that Frick had intended his collection and home would become a gallery. In 1919, following his death, the property and artworks became the Frick Collection supported by a $15 million endowment, but there was the proviso that none of the works left the gallery. Today, artworks are loaned worldwide, but these are items added to the collection following his death. Family members continue as trustees.

We spent four hours at the gallery absorbed by the detailed content of the audio guide. The only thing lacking was a cafe, which would have provided a welcome break, but there are plans for this next year.

The gallery overlooks Central Park, which we also visited. Its oblong shape gives the impression that the interior will be flat, but that is far from the situation. Undulating land, trees, lawns, walkways, ornamental bridges and roads (for horse-drawn vehicles and rickshaw bikes) are a pull for joggers, dog walkers and cyclists in a city rather lacking in parkland.

Some sources say Central Park’s design was influenced by Joseph Paxton’s Birkenhead Park in the UK, laid out in 1847. One of its designers was British born architect Calvert Vaux (1824-1895) who won a competition with US agriculturalist Frederick Law Olmsted (1822-1903) to design the park which opened in 1858.

Supper was also a treat, visiting Michelin star-awarded restaurant Sushi Yasuda, to catch up with family whom we had not seen in decades. We chose the omakase (chef’s selection) through which we were introduced to the creativity, mixture of tastes and culinary experiences provided by this New York establishment.

Most surprising was sea urchin, which had an unusual texture but lovely fresh fishy taste. Other delights included raw mackerel, salmon, tuna, clams and scallops. Some were served as ‘sushi’ (with rice), or ‘sashimi’ (without rice). One dish was served in ‘nori’ (a sheet of dried seaweed).

Accompanying this was shoyu (soy sauce), wasabi (Japanese root which was much milder than served in the UK and so did not detract from the other dishes) and bari (sweet pickled ginger). The restaurant staff helpfully advised that these three items are eaten in moderation and not mixed together, so as to retain the delicate balance of the different fish provided. The evening was a sheer delight and the chef’s expertise is highly recommended.

Copyright: Words and photos Sue Barnard 2019