Ride out to Lake Clifton

It’s heating up here at last.  This year the temperatures have been stubbornly slow to get going, with only a fews days so far over 30C. I’d even go as far as saying that a few days last week were actually chilly.

But the last couple of weekends have been just about perfect.  Perfect for a few photos with the new X100T too.

Last weekend, I went out on the motorbike to see the thrombolites at Lake Clifton Read More

Of planets, comets and motorbikes

No, I haven’t been riding to the stars, taking mind altering hallucinogenic drugs or doing the Sunday crossword!

My week (or rather slightly more than a week, I’m cheating slightly here, I needed to save a few pics from a couple of weeks back to make this work…) has been pretty full of cool things.

But most especially its been full of planets, comets and motorbikes. Read More

Sunday blast

My friend Pete had been planning a Sunday ride out on the bike with his Dad and I was invited along.  The plan was to ride up to the hills through Serpentine and Jarrahdale and then into Pinjarra and onto Mandurah for a late breakfast.

The sun was shining, it was already warm out, Jay was still in bed and little ‘un was fast asleep when I set out at 8:30am on the little red Ninja 250 to meet up at Pete’s house. Read More

Ride out to Mandurah

I had a few hours to kill, so I went on a ride on the Ninja 250R and my camera to Mandurah.

Mandurah is only half hour away from where I live.  It’s a relatively modern town (now a city – but that’s kinda relative – it’s not on the same scale as European cities) which has grown from nothing more than a small fishing village to a big town in just 30 years.  It’s on the coast and benefits from a natural estuary of the Murray River which is bigger than Sydney harbour.  Mandurah has made use of the estuary to build a nice shiny marina and boardwalk complex with restaurants and bars and also a very flashy housing development with multi million dollar homes with a series of canals for the residents to keep their boats.    Read More


I was talking to Charlene about sleep, more specifically the narcoleptic napping kind.

I’m good at it.

A seasoned pro in fact.  Especially on a train.

I used to work in London and always managed fall asleep on the one hour train journey home.  Mostly, I’d set an alarm so I would be woken up before my stop, which, being towards the end of the line (for most of the trains I caught) meant the train was almost deserted by that point.

I only missed my stop once at the end of a regular day, which meant a wasted 20 mins or so turning around on the next train back – a small price to pay for being an idiot.

The trouble came at the end of an irregular day.

Once that involved a little imbibing.

Those kinds of sleeps were somewhat more instant and lasted longer.

Once, I found myself at a place called Mitcheldever (you can google it – its miles from anywhere, 3 stops from my station) on the last train of the night.  There’s no phone signal there, I had no change for a phone and there’s about 3 houses and thats it for about 10 miles in each direction.

Luckily, a freight train pulled in on the other platform waiting for a signal, so I shot over and begged the driver to get me back to civilisation, which he duly did.  I had to catch a cab back to my stop, but hey, at least I was home.

Then I stuffed up badly.  I overshot my stop by one, ending up in the next town (where I previously caught the taxi from) on the last train.  And there were no taxis anywhere.  I phoned lots of cab companies, but it was way past midnight.  Bugger.  I would have called my (now ex) wife, but my daughter would have been sleeping too and that would have meant getting them up to get me – not clever.

So I thought I’d walk.

9 miles.

In the pitch black.

In a suit and posh shoes.

Along unlit roads with no footpaths.

I stopped a few times before that to try to hitch a lift, but it was way dark and nobody was stopping.  Funny that.

So I walked back.

Took me hours and by the time I was back to the station my feet were killing me.  In fact, the skin on the balls of my feet had rubbed off and my shoes were full of blood.  Bugger.  I rolled in in the middle of the night, stone cold sober, knackered, bleeding and exhausted.

Now I’m a little more careful with trains, but recently, in my new job, working hard, learning, using my brain every day, the journey is a little tiring.

And every day, I’m falling asleep again.

Its only a matter of time before I find myself at the end of the line in Mandurah, 2 stops and 15 minutes past where I need to be.  I just hope it’s not on the last train when that happens – its a looong walk from Mandurah to where I live!!