From my limited knowledge of investing, I understand that
the secret of wealth is to have a diversified portfolio to cope with the ups
and downs of the share market. (I wanted to say the vicissitudes of the market, because that is an evocative word that
I don’t have the opportunity to use often, but I think it is too grandiose for
something as down-to-earth as a blog.) I was thinking of this today when I saw
YP MEDICAL CENTRE and a bit later YP VETS. I was also musing on the fact that
the easiest way for a foreign doctor to get established is to agree to practise
in the smaller and more remote areas where Australian graduates don’t want to
work and was mentally thanking Dr Yp and others like him who staff the less enticing
towns. When I passed YP REFORESTATION SCHEME and YP POLOCROSSE, I finally
consigned the good doctor to the rubbish bin and mentally replaced his name
with Yorke Peninsula on other signs I saw along the way.
In Minlaten today I was fascinated by a World War 1 fighter
plane, Red Devil. It may be the only remaining one of its kind in the world.
Aircraft were new to the fighting arena in 1918 and the dimensions of this plane
explain a great deal. This single-seat monoplane is 6.2 metres long with a wing
span of 9.3 metres and stands 2.5 metres high. Its armoury consisted of an
unsynchronised machine gun mounted on the fuselage and shooting through the propellers,
a daunting task for the pilot already keeping the plane in the air at the great
speed of 130mph. |
| I have seen this sign several times No follow-up sign, no explanation |
I moved fairly fast yesterday and ended up spending the night at Parham beach just north of Dublin. I stopped for a couple of hours on the outskirts of Adelaide and met up with Cruisin' Granny (Chris) from the Grey Nomads Forum who is staying at a caravan park, for a relatively long term. She was puzzled when I gave her a twig from the beach tied up with a length of seaweed. It was seaweed, salt and the smell of the sea to remind her of life on the road.
This afternoon I got a call from Denis to say that Mum has had a stroke so, although I have said my goodbyes many times over, I am heading for home in the morning. It will take me a few days to get home. I have just sent off a number of emails cancelling arrangments that I had made in Adelaide and other places. Nothing was urgent. Next trip perhaps? When I get home I will add this to round off my blog and put a neat ending to my journey.
Stop creeping over the speed limit. A SA road campaign.
ReplyDeleteSounds reasonable. I was thinking it was probably that but also thought of other options that fitted with my odd views of the world - stop creeping up on other drivers, stop being a creep etc. thanks.
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