Bland Shire

The Beach

Spring has finally sprung and that means that Nariah Beach is now officially open. During the winter the Council shuts and bolts the gates that lead down to the beach, but it never really stops anyone from jumping it. Really the gate is more of the councils way of telling the town that there is no licensed or paid life guard hanging around, so if you’re going to go down there and you drown, then it’s entirely your fault.

In all honesty the beach isn’t a beach at all. It’s more of this sand bank that is above the water level down at the local creek. No one knows why it’s there because it’s not entirely natural. If it was the sand would not be that golden colour that you see on the beaches in Sydney and up and down the coast. It would be more red. Yet somehow the creek river bed has this flawless sand bank made of beach quality sand.

I guess it’s just one of the many mysteries that seem to surround Nariah, like Ben says.

The Beach is the main hang out area for all the teens in Nariah during the summer. The local pool was shut down two years ago after the crocodile indecent and after a lot of consideration (and a few missing fingers) the pool was surrendered over to the crocodile and left alone. I have to hand it to the council, they did try their best to try and give the crocodile a really good deal if it decided to leave the pool, but in the end the council realised that there would be more then just fingers that would go missing if they continued to bother the crocodile.

So with the pool closed The Beach is really the only place that we can go, stay cool, work on our tan (safely, with intermittent sunscreen applications) and just generally hang out without our parents hovering over us.

You would think that a place that is virtually just a sand bank on the side of a creek would be boring and lack any kind of interest, but that is not the case. The creek itself is a mystery, because no one knows where it gets it’s water supply from. The current guess is that it has managed to find some way into our neighboring towns water supply but that has yet to actually be proven, so for now it is just a guess.

Plus chances are that if it is true, the neighboring town might start charging the Creek for the use of the water, and God only knows how that length of water is going to respond.

Anyway, with the Beach now open it means that we’re able to go somewhere while the plans for the new indoor pool have been put on hold. The council hasn’t been able to figure out how the scrub on the North East side of town managed to make it’s way from wherever it came from, or why it is purring, or even how they are going to be able to push development forward.

They’ve got a pool going on down at the Metropolitan Hotel and so far everyone one is betting that they send in the negotiator again to try and reason with like they did with the crocodile. I don’t know what they could possibly offer the scrub, considering that it’s a group of trees, but the council has yet to run out of ideas for things that they can offer problematic situations, so chances are they’ll have something good to offer within the week.

In the mean time everyone is starting to get all their beach gear ready so the moment the days start to hit 25 degrees, we can head down to the Beach and just enjoy the sunshine, before it gets too hot, and before Dad starts playing that Beach Boy’s Song again. You know the one I’m talking about? It’s goes:

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go,

– Grace


Spring has Sprung

When I was little my mother liked to say this poem every time spring arrived:

The spring is sprung, the grass is riz.
I wonder where the boidie is.
They say the boidie’s on the wing.
But that’s absoid. The wing is on the bird.

I can’t exactly remember who it was that wrote it at this point in time, but I’ll try and google it and find out after I post this up. It’s a cute little poem that I think about now because without hesitation Mum would always say it as we walked out the door on the first day of spring – regardless of whether it was sunny, or belting down with rain.

Its one of the things that I miss about her being gone. She always had some little poem or saying that was perfect for the moment, and I never understood how she remembered them all. She wasn’t a literacy professor or anything like that, but she did delight in reading and I guess that is where she came across a lot of these sayings and such.

When the first of September hit last week, I kind of expected to see Mum looking out the kitchen window, humming to herself as she did while she made coffee for her and Dad, before turning to me and asking how I slept.

It’s still strange that I’ll never be able to see that play out any more.

Like everywhere else in Australia, Spring has hit Nariah and I was expecting a lot of strange things to begin to happen, but nothing did. Everything has been super quiet on the weird front, especially since the appearance of the new scrub on the north east side of town. You know, the one that purrs. People have actually taken to seeing if they can take cuttings of the trees and grow their own miniature versions, like bonsai trees, so they can have a smaller version of the purring trees in their house. So far all reports that have been going around town have shown that there is no way to get a cutting out of the scrub, home and re-potted before the cutting dies and turns to dust. I’m still waiting to see who will be the first to realise that their cutting may actually live if they bring all the materials that they need to the scrub instead of transferring the plant home. So far my money is on Eric’s Grandmother, who has been talking to everyone and finding out what they have been doing so she can be the first with her own potted purring tree.

Other then that everything has been really quiet around town. I’ve been told that this is normal and once it really starts to warm up I’ll start to see things get back to the way they normally around town, but in all honesty I’m not looking forward to it. I’ve been enjoying the way things have been and I’m not counting down the days until summer comes and something else starts to happen around town.

Dad just got home and showed me the community calendar for the next couple of months and I didn’t think that Nariah was going to have so many community events. For example:


  • 11th – The Beach reopens for the summer season
  • 12th – Market Day
  • 16th – Spring festival
  • 26th & 27th September – Nariah Show


  • 3rd – Market Day
  • 6th – Book Fair at St Mary’s Church
  • 10th – Clean up Nariah Day
  • 17th – Market Day
  • 23rd – Community Production of Hairspray Opening Night
  • 31st – Market Day

They’re just the community ones. Dad told me that there are a number of council meetings and committee stuff that hasn’t been put in the community calendar because final dates have yet to be finalised. I can’t see why it’s taking so long, other then the fact that there are numerous people who make it their business to be on ever little committee in town. I don’t know where they find the time honestly.

I’ve got to finish up now. We’ve just hit preliminary exams for Year 11 and I’ve got one for Maths first thing tomorrow that I need to study for.

Before I go I thought that I would share with you this music track, it seems appropriate given that spring has finally arrived.

– Ben