Bunyip loved your off topic subject I'm very interested in aboriginal mythology. I love Ion Idriess and reckon he should be on top of everyone's to read list. I have an old drover friend who lends me his considerable collection of Ion Idriess books and have been slowly making my way through them all. Recommended reading to anyone interested in the early years of Australia. Have you read the one based on his experiences during World War 1 and his time at Gallipoli in the trenches and his experiences in Egypt as he was a light horseman. Highly recommend it to anyone interested in how these men survived, can't remember the title of it, but you wonder 'how did these men bath, eat, sleep etc,..he explains it all so well you feel like you're in the trench with him, just amazing. I'm interested as my grandfather was one of the original ANZACS.
As for getting off topic sometimes that 's not such a bad thing as life is good and we should all enjoy every moment of it and stuff all the other stuff that gets in the way. When you think about what the men went through in the wars that this country has been involved in perhaps our little problems are just that little, at least we're still alive to fight on.
No HQ, I haven't read the one about his war experiences. Now that you've made me aware of it I must call into the local library and see if they've got it.
I'll bet your old drover friend could tell a few tales! When I was 18 I was fortunate enough to do two droving trips with one of the last of the drovers, a 65 year old bloke called Merv from Chinchilla in Queensland. I still have a Condamine bell he gave me as a memento of our droving trips together. We'd hobble out our horses each evening, tie a Condamine bell around their necks, and let them loose in the bush. They wouldn't stray far from camp and we'd easily find them next morning by the tinkling of their bells as they moved around.
Merv's wife used to complain that it was a waste of time taking him to any function at night because he'd just fall asleep.
If she took him to a dance he'd go to sleep sitting against the wall. If she took him to a restaurant he'd fall asleep at the table.
After a lifetime of droving when he'd go to sleep at dark and wake at dawn, his body clock was so deeply programmed that he just couldn't stay awake after darkness fell.
Apologies to the forum for getting off topic yet again – Harleyquin and I will do our best to stay on topic from now on!