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The East African Eland, a sub-species of the Common Eland, is a savannah and plains antelope found in East and Southern Africa. It is a species of the family Bovidae and genus Taurotragus. An adult male is around 1.6 metres tall at the shoulder (females are 20 centimetres shorter) and can weigh up to 942 kg. It is the second largest antelope in the world, being slightly smaller on average than the giant eland.
Mainly an herbivore, its diet is primarily grasses and leaves. Common elands form herds of up to 500 animals, but are not territorial. The common eland prefers habitats with a wide variety of flowering plants such as savannah, woodlands, and open and montane grasslands; it avoids dense forests.
The Common Eland is used by humans for leather, meat and milk, and has been domesticated in many areas. Eland milk contains much more butterfat than cow milk, and can keep much longer without pasteurising.
Lake Mburo National Park, Uganda. January 2017.
The common eland (Taurotragus oryx), also known as the southern eland or eland antelope, is a large-sized savannah and plains antelope found in East and Southern Africa. An adult male is around 1.6 m (5.2 ft) tall at the shoulder and can weigh up to 942 kg (2,077 lb) with a typical range of 500–600 kg (1,100–1,300 lb). Females are around 1.4 m (4.6 ft) tall and weigh 340–445 kg (750–981 lb). It is the second-largest antelope in the world, being slightly smaller on average than the giant eland. It was scientifically described by Peter Simon Pallas in 1766.
Mainly a herbivore, its diet is primarily grasses and leaves. Common elands form herds of up to 500 animals, but are not territorial. The common eland prefers habitats with a wide variety of flowering plants such as savannah, woodlands, and open and montane grasslands; it avoids dense forests. It uses loud barks, visual and postural movements, and the flehmen response to communicate and warn others of danger. The common eland is used by humans for leather, and meat and has been domesticated in southern Africa. Eland milk contains more butterfat than cow's milk, and can keep longer without pasteurising.
The common eland (Taurotragus oryx), also known as the southern eland or eland antelope, is a large-sized savannah and plains antelope found in East and Southern Africa. It is a species of the family Bovidae and genus Taurotragus. An adult male is around 1.6 m (5.2 ft) tall at the shoulder (females are 20 cm (7.9 in) shorter) and can weigh up to 942 kg (2,077 lb) with a typical range of 500–600 kg (1,100–1,300 lb), 340–445 kg (750–981 lb) for females). It is the second-largest antelope in the world, being slightly smaller on average than the giant eland.
Mainly a herbivore, its diet is primarily grasses and leaves. Common elands form herds of up to 500 animals, but are not territorial. The common eland prefers habitats with a wide variety of flowering plants such as savannah, woodlands, and open and montane grasslands; it avoids dense forests. It uses loud barks, visual and postural movements, and the flehmen response to communicate and warn others of danger. The common eland is used by humans for leather, meat, and milk, and has been domesticated in many areas. Eland milk contains more butterfat than cow's milk, and can keep longer without pasteurising.
It is native to Angola, Botswana, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Eswatini, Ethiopia, Kenya, Lesotho, Malawi, Mozambique, Namibia, Rwanda, South Africa, South Sudan, Tanzania, Uganda, Zambia, and Zimbabwe, but is no longer present in Burundi. While the common eland's population is decreasing, it is classified as of least concern by the International Union for Conservation of Nature. R_20578
It's always a joy to return to marvellous and hospitable and very pretty Lombok. Especially the last decade has seen a rise in living standards and well-being of the native population through the tourist industry. But at the same time, here, too, there are the negatives of development. There's an awful clutter of unfinished - never to be finished - hotel clusters where the owners have run out of money and abandoned them. The last ten years has seen the regretable accumulation of lots of rubbish by the roadways.
More money also means more traffic: many cars and a very plenitude of motorcycles have pushed the cidomos, the traditional horse-drawn carts, to the margins of traffic. And think of the poor walkers on these often traffic congested roads!
Scrambling over rocks and splashing through the pristine waters of the sandy beaches I made my way from Mangsit to Sengiggi for some chores. I decided to walk back by way of the road north from Sengiggi. I'd walked that pleasant way many times over the years.
Today I'm sad. A very long stretch of it has been marred by a 2-metres high concrete wall. It used to be so wonderful to walk here and to have a view through wildflower-filled green pastures with light brown cattle and the grey trunks of the coconut trees to the Everblue Sea. Now that two-kilometer (!) long wall is in the way. It's said a huge hotel will be built here. More's the pity.
I'd taken this photo on the seaside of the wall earlier in the morning. It shows things as they once were looking from the road. No longer... There's no concrete here in this view yet. Until this scene makes way for the pasteurised and 'sanitised' green hotel lawns and their concrete buildings.
PS There's something wrong with the flickr map function. Though I placed this photo in Lombok, the map designation shows it as Bali and moreover in the Timor Sea.
tempeh tofu and rice mixed with anchovies, kale, onion and tomato,
cooked in two tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil, alongside pickled beetroot and servings of cheese sauce, raspberry sauce and chilli sauce, all garnished with coriander and pomegranate seeds
precooked brown rice removed earlier from the main freezer
anchovies tinned www.sainsburys.co.uk/gol-ui/product/sainsburys-anchovy-fi...
tempeh tofu mixed with chilli powder and turmeric www.sainsburys.co.uk/gol-ui/product/the-tofoo-co-tempeh-200g
fermented and pasteurised organic tempeh
high in protein full of soya beans
... we've left this tempeh au naturel so you can cook it your way. start with a firm, dense texture and an earthy, nutty flavour, then slice, dice, crumble it or whatever you fancy. now marinate, fry, bake or glaze ...
cheese sauce www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/cheese-sauce
cheese sauce removed from the countertop freezer flic.kr/p/2qxoqa2 and reheated
tomato chilli sauce www.allrecipes.com/recipe/148368/fresh-tomato-chili-sauce/
raspberry sauce www.fabfood4all.co.uk/quick-easy-raspberry-jam-no-pectin/
pickled beetroot flic.kr/p/2qtBHV8
pickled beetroot homemade www.sarsons.co.uk/how-to/pickling/
several beetroots cooked with top and tails attached to prevent losing too much colour
once beetroot soft then topped and tailed
peeled off the skin, skin easily came away when rubbed
once cooled, cooked beetroots sliced
slices placed into empty pickling jar
pickling vinegar added to completely cover the sliced beetroot
full jar placed in the fridge for as and when (left for at least seven days longer if possible)
www.sarsons.co.uk/how-to/pickling/
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food special with professor tim spector
7 days 30 different plant based foods
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ps i'm not recommending any of these cookery adventures. they suit my personal taste. photographing to encourage myself to eat more healthily ...
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Seeing this reminded me of my days as a milkboy. Silver top - pasteurised; red top - homogenised; gold top - Jersey full cream; stripy red and silver top - semi-skimmed; funny shaped bottle (only ever delivered to the elderly) - skimmed. Funny how some things you never forget.
Port-du-Salut est une abbaye cistercienne construite au XIIIe s. à Entrammes sur un ancien lieu de passage de la rivière Mayenne. Elle était connue autrefois sous le nom d'abbaye de Port Ringeard. Les derniers moines ont quitté les lieux sous la Révolution pour émigrer et l'abbaye est vendue.
En 1802, Napoléon accorde une amnistie aux émigrés et une communauté de moines qui étaient partis s'installer en Westphalie réoccupe l'abbaye. Ils reviennent avec un savoir faire dans le domaine de la production de fromage appris à Darfeld en Westphalie. C'est ainsi qu'est né le "Port Salut" très vite prisé à Paris puis dans la France entière. Malheureusement, la marque est vendue en 1959 à un producteur industriel qui transforme la méthode artisanale au lait cru en une production de masse au lait pasteurisé. Le "Port-Salut" est ensuite revendu aux fromageries "Bel" qui transféra la production dans de nombreux sites en Europe et la fromagerie de l'abbaye ferme.
En 2010, une petite production laitière a été relancée par la Fromagerie Bio du Maine qui regroupe une quarantaine de producteurs locaux mais je ne sais pas si elle perdure aujourd'hui.
A noter ce palindrome attribué à Victor Hugo: "Tu l'as trop écrasé, César, ce Port-Salut" qui se lie donc dans les 2 sens.
Port-du-Salut is a Cistercian abbey built in the thirteenth century in Entrammes on an ancient crossing point of the Mayenne River. It was formerly known as Port Ringeard Abbey. The last monks left the premises during the Revolution to emigrate and the abbey was sold.
In 1802, Napoleon granted an amnesty to the emigrants and a community of monks who had moved to Westphalia reoccupied the abbey. They return with know-how in the field of cheese production learned in Darfeld in Westphalia. This is how the "Port Salut" was born, very quickly prized in Paris, and then throughout the France.
Unfortunately, the brand was sold in 1959 to an industrial producer who transformed the artisanal raw milk method into a mass production of pasteurized milk. The "Port-Salut" is then sold to the cheese factories "Bel" which transferred the production to many sites in Europe and the cheese factory of the abbey closes. In 2010, a small dairy production was relaunched by the Fromagerie Bio du Maine which brings together about forty local producers but I do not know if it continues today.
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Port-Salut_(marque_fromag%C3%A8re)
www.portdusalut.fr/et-le-fromage/
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A glass bottle of milk!
When did you last have a glass bottle of milk?
We managed to get a couple of bottles of milk from a farm shop, instead of mass produced milk in plastic bottles.
Feels like a real treat.
Only difference to the old days is that it’s a litre bottle and not a pint, and it has a screw top.
I used to deliver milk for a couple of hours before school, when I was 15 yo.
On the milk round we delivered… Farm bottled milk (green top), Pasteurised milk (silver top), semi skimmed milk (red and silver top), skimmed milk (red top), sterilised milk (a top that you had to get off with a bottle opener), full cream milk (gold top), and gills in half pint bottles (green top) .
The milkman would pick me up at 6.00am and drop me off at school at 8.00am, on Saturdays we delivered double, and had to go back to the farm to re-load up, we finished at 12.00 ; we were also taken for breakfast on Saturdays to a cafe… for a chip butty and a horlicks.
I got £1.20 per day, and £2.40 on Saturdays. I was quite well off!
EN: Lockdown Day 41
Home made shadow play !
Sarracenia flowers buds at home
Stay at home !
FR : Confinement jour 41
Boutons de fleurs de sarracenias de mon balcon
En direct des studios artisanaux de confinement
Similitude évidente avec les entrées de bouches de métro parisiennes d'Hector Guimard.
On sait que l’art nouveau (Horta, Guimard, Gaudi, Mucha,...) a largement puisé son inspiration dans les courbes sinueuses de la nature…
Le confinement, et son observation renforcée de la nature, permet de le vérifier "de visu", s'il en était besoin !
Même s'il ne s'agit ici que d'une nature de balcon, donc "artificielle, pasteurisée et aseptisée".
Les infos du jour : Rien à dire de passionnant sur le confinement aujourd'hui…
A part ma consternation devant le pitoyable niveau scientifique développé, jour après jour, par les medias, et le manque de discernement et de logique cartésienne des journalistes "low cost" des chaines d'information en continu, toujours plus tremblotants et terrorisés, et donc particulièrement anxiogènes, au lieu d’être lucides et pertinents, ce qui devrait être leur rôle en période de crise…
Depuis quelques jours, et à court d'imagination, les radios et télés d'information nous ressortent même, avec une perfidie accentuée, les politiques ou experts poussiéreux qu'on croyait définitivement remisés au placard à naphtaline (Attali, Schweitzer, Minc, Toubon, Valls,...) ou, pire, les écolos marginaux, apocalyptiques, isolationnistes et antivaccins…
Le nouveau monde a été découvert par l'aventurier Christophe Colomb, donc, ni par le solitaire Diogène, ni par le mégalomane Charlemagne !
Il faudra qu'on finisse par le comprendre !
Entendu ce matin à la radio de la part d'un expert en communication
"S'exprimer n'est pas informer"
Pour moi, c'est la phrase du jour, pertinente et à méditer, surtout sur les réseaux sociaux, qui semblent crées exclusivement au service de ceux qui n'ont rien à dire, et dans le seul but de les aider à partager quotidiennement leur médiocrité et leur autosatisfaction avec le monde entier ! 😢
Donc je m'arrête sagement là, puisque je n’ai plus rien à dire ...et que j'en ai peut-être déjà trop dit !
Bon dimanche de confinement et "Take care"
Le journal complet du confinement et des chroniques de la guerre :
The significance of the little Bulla factory located in North Melbourne’s famous Arden Street is by no means small. The factory, that has sat tucked away between Errol and Leveson Streets for the last 70 years, is the headquarters of one of Australia’s leading dairy companies.
It all began in 1910 when Mr. Thomas Andrew Sloan started the business in the suburb of Moonee Ponds. In those days milk was pasteurised by putting it inside cream cans that were placed in coppers and then fired with wood.
In 1928 the Arden Street premises was bought to house the cream bottling plant, distribution, and head office; the Moonee Ponds site was closed down.
Norber, Yorkshire. Leicaflex, Elmarit-R 28mm, Kentmere 100.
The wilderness still exists within us, even as it does in landscapes like this that have been pasturised (not pasteurised, though that term may represent the overall thrust even better?). Rock remains evident as the overt bone of the universe. A fraction of trees remain. The form of the land - since the last ice age - still manifests in watershed and catchment.
All changes, and who are we? What is our purpose, why are we here?
pasteurised apple juice in the sun!
Ballybannan apple pressing day 141023
We think that over the course of the day we pressed about 1000kg of apples. Apples kept arriving over the course of the day and people left with apple juice for drinking or freezing or for cider making. We had a pasteuriser in action but its capacity was such that only a small proportion of the juice for drinking was pasteurised.
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The common eland (Taurotragus oryx), also known as the southern eland or eland antelope, is a large-sized savannah and plains antelope found in East and Southern Africa. It is a species of the family Bovidae and genus Taurotragus. An adult male is around 1.6 m (5.2 ft) tall at the shoulder (females are 20 cm (7.9 in) shorter) and can weigh up to 942 kg (2,077 lb) with a typical range of 500–600 kg (1,100–1,300 lb), 340–445 kg (750–981 lb) for females). It is the second-largest antelope in the world, being slightly smaller on average than the giant eland.
Mainly a herbivore, its diet is primarily grasses and leaves. Common elands form herds of up to 500 animals, but are not territorial. The common eland prefers habitats with a wide variety of flowering plants such as savannah, woodlands, and open and montane grasslands; it avoids dense forests. It uses loud barks, visual and postural movements, and the flehmen response to communicate and warn others of danger. The common eland is used by humans for leather, meat, and milk, and has been domesticated in many areas. Eland milk contains more butterfat than cow's milk, and can keep longer without pasteurising.
It is native to Angola, Botswana, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Eswatini, Ethiopia, Kenya, Lesotho, Malawi, Mozambique, Namibia, Rwanda, South Africa, South Sudan, Tanzania, Uganda, Zambia, and Zimbabwe, but is no longer present in Burundi. While the common eland's population is decreasing, it is classified as of least concern by the International Union for Conservation of Nature. 58355
Bottle, pasteurised. A classic ale to celebrate the birth of Robert Burns, Scotland’ national poet, born January 25th 1759. Full bodied and malty, brewed using Pale, Crystal and Brown malts with generous quantities of the choicest Scottish Oats. A beer to bring poetry to the soul and to warm the cockles of the heart. Savour the flavour for Auld Lang Syne
Die Brauerei Hirt im Ort Hirt der Kärntner Gemeinde Micheldorf existiert seit 1270 und ist damit die zweitälteste Privatbrauerei Österreichs. Das Quellwasser für das Bier aus Hirt kommt aus 24 im Brauereibesitz befindlichen lokalen Quellen, mit einem Kalkgehalt, der optimal zum Bierbrauen geeignet ist. Ein wichtiges Qualitätsmerkmal vom Bier aus Hirt ist, dass es zur Haltbarmachung weder pasteurisiert noch kurzzeiterhitzt wird. Die Haltbarmachung geschieht in Hirt stattdessen mittels doppelter Filtration auf kaltem Weg. Weil die Brauerei Hirt so nahe bei Friesach liegt, haben wir deren Braukeller wie selbstverständlich besucht und dort gut gegessen und getrunken. In diesem Sinne: Hopfen und Malz, Gott erhalt's ! 😛
The Hirt brewery in the village of Hirt in the Carinthian municipality of Micheldorf exists since 1270, making it the second oldest private brewery in Austria. The spring water for the beer from Hirt comes from 24 local springs owned by the brewery, with a lime content that is ideal for brewing beer. An important quality feature of beer from Hirt is that it is neither pasteurised nor flash pasteurised for preservation. Instead, the beer is preserved at Hirt using cold double filtration. Because the Hirt brewery is so close to Friesach, we visited their brewery cellar as a matter of course and ate and drank well there. With this in mind: Hops and malt, may God preserve them and they never get old ! 😛
From www.cheese.com:
Bleu d'Auvergne is a French blue cheese named after its place of origin in the Auvergne region of south-central France. The cheese can be made from raw or pasteurised milk and is sometimes attributed as cow’s milk version of Roquefort (although it is much creamier and buttery). It was awarded AOC status in 1975 and is available in both artisanal and industrial versions.
Bleu d'Auvergne is creamy ivory colour, dotted with blue-green mould due to the Penicillium roqueforti which gives the cheese its typical bluish-green veins. It is aged for minimum 4 weeks, by which time the cheese showcases its assertive flavours and smooth texture. The rind is moist and sticky unveiling a soft paste with a grassy, herbaceous, and (with age) spicy, peppery, salty, pungent taste. The strong aroma and full flavoured characteristics of the cheese are at its optimum when served with sweet dessert wines such as riesling and sauvignon blanc or strong, robust red wines. The cheese is often used in salad dressings, pastas and also is a good cheese for snacking.
Die Brauerei Hirt im Ort Hirt der Kärntner Gemeinde Micheldorf existiert seit 1270 und ist damit die zweitälteste Privatbrauerei Österreichs. Das Quellwasser für das Bier aus Hirt kommt aus 24 im Brauereibesitz befindlichen lokalen Quellen, mit einem Kalkgehalt, der optimal zum Bierbrauen geeignet ist. Ein wichtiges Qualitätsmerkmal vom Bier aus Hirt ist, dass es zur Haltbarmachung weder pasteurisiert noch kurzzeiterhitzt wird. Die Haltbarmachung geschieht in Hirt stattdessen mittels doppelter Filtration auf kaltem Weg. Weil die Brauerei Hirt so nahe bei Friesach liegt, haben wir deren Braukeller wie selbstverständlich besucht und dort gut gegessen und getrunken. In diesem Sinne: Hopfen und Malz, Gott erhalt's ! 😛
The Hirt brewery in the village of Hirt in the Carinthian municipality of Micheldorf exists since 1270, making it the second oldest private brewery in Austria. The spring water for the beer from Hirt comes from 24 local springs owned by the brewery, with a lime content that is ideal for brewing beer. An important quality feature of beer from Hirt is that it is neither pasteurised nor flash pasteurised for preservation. Instead, the beer is preserved at Hirt using cold double filtration. Because the Hirt brewery is so close to Friesach, we visited their brewery cellar as a matter of course and ate and drank well there. With this in mind: Hops and malt, may God preserve them and they never get old ! 😛
Shot put together for SSC , 12/11/22 -- Blue .
Well not an out and out " Blue " capture , but the subject is called Blue - that is " Norbury Blue " cheese - it is an "Artisan" cheese whatever that is and me not being a fine diner or food expert has had to find out . This is a cheese that has been developed reasonable recently from Norbury Park Farm ( seen in the first comment box below ) which is just off of the A24 Leatherhead to Dorking road and sits at the edge of Norbury Park . Would you believe that long ago during my stint on the milk in between my surveying days and my days of dry cleaning , I delivered milk to the houses over in the right of the picture below .
Anyway , I have never tried Norbury Blue but luckily it is available to buy near to me , so a piece was purchased and used in the shot before I tasted any - a very fine blue cheese lovely and soft/creamy with quite a strong flavour .
I will let the makers tell their story from their web site and from the Surrey Hills website -----------
Started in 2001 Norbury Blue & Dirty Vicar soon became a cheese's noted locally for their distinct taste and flavour which is derived our family run closed herd of fresian cows whom have a rich and diverse diet, also which adds to the unique flavour is the fact that all the flavours are not cooked out with the commonly used pasteurisation process.
The closed herd of Fresian cows Graze on the lush meadow grasses at the foot of the South Downs by the Rother Valley. The cows roam freely Spring through to Autumn as of January 2018 are now being milked by robots, meaning that the cows are free to get milked when it suits them, producing a more relaxing atmosphere and ultimately happier cows!
The milk is collected from the farm and delivered to the cheese making dairy 45 minutes away where it is then pumped into a 900 litre vat and heated. The moulds are then loaded by hand and salted washed and transferred into the maturing room where they stay for around 4 weeks. When the test results are returned the cheese is ready to be marketed.
Norbury Park Farm Cheese Company Ltd is a small family run company and we pride ourselves in our handmade artisan product and our non commercial attitude towards our much loved cheese that cannot be found in any supermarket.
That's why you will always find Neil and Michaela put quality before profit.
We started making cheese in 2002 on the family dairy farm when milk prices were 18p a litre!
The idea was to add value to our milk and create a job for myself on the farm. Norbury blue was our first creation inspired by a Minton wall plaque of a blue dairy maid in the 16th century buttery based at the farm.
At the time no one was making cheese commercially in Surrey and in fact still aren’t!
Enter the Dirty Vicar
Dirty vicar came later in 2007 named jokingly after the local vicar who married rather quickly after the passing of his wife. All in good jest he is very proud to have a cheese named after him!
Moving forward we needed to expand our maturing space, so in 2016 we put our footprint on a disused barn at Sherborne farm, Albury (next door to Silent Pool gin).
New Premises at Silent Pool
We finally moved into our new premises in November 2018. We now have a retail outlet so can add value by selling direct to the customer.
Going forward we have plans to make a hard cheese cheddar type which will be called Dorking cock (after the famous Dorking cockerel). Then we will have a whole Surrey cheeseboard!
Supporting Local
We now buy our raw cows milk from Aldhurst farm in Capel who are now pasterising and selling to local farm shops. We pay the more than double what the dairy pay as this is our ethos to support the local dairy industry.
We are very happy in our new surroundings and pair up a lot with our neighbors Silent pool in many events which can be booked through their website.
So it seems they have moved their production to the Silent Pool Location near Albury and the herd of cows now to The Rother Valley or is it now Capel ? - I do not know if they are still connected to the farm at Norbury Park though .
For those intrigued about the story of the Norbury Blue Cheese , here is a small video - the only thing missing is the tastes and aromas !!
And after taking all of the above in - some beautiful and atmospheric music with some accompanying stunning photography -------------
From the moving statue of King Billy to a big, a very big, house outside Mullingar in County Westmeath. This large building with extensions looks like yet another country house converted into a convent or school. Am I right?
Morning Mary I have to tell you you are wrong! Within minutes Niall McAuley told us that the house is currently a private dwelling. Messers French and Lawrence are also incorrect with their spelling, it is in fact Clonhugh not Clonugh as on the face of the photograph.
I love the story posted by BeachcomberAustralia from 1891, under the heading
DOG BITES LORD GREVILLE
Lord Greville, I am sorry to learn, was bitten the other day by a dog at Clonhugh, his lordship's seat in County Westmeath.
The popular peer left Ireland immediately, and travelled "right away" to Paris, there to place himself under the care of M. Pasteur. By this time I hope he is completely cured........
We are presuming that he visited the one and only Louis Pasteur who discovered pasteurisation and also developed a vaccination for anthrax and rabies, again we are presuming the rabies jabs were the object of the dash to Paris by Lord Greville.
Photographer: Robert French
Collection: Lawrence Photograph Collection
Date: Catalogue range c.1865-1914. Likely 1870s
NLI Ref: L_ROY_05226
You can also view this image, and many thousands of others, on the NLI’s catalogue at catalogue.nli.ie
Chimay Blue (9%) is principally distinguished by its character of a strong beer. This is a beer whose fragrance of fresh yeast with a light, flowery rosy touch is especially pleasant. Its flavour, noticed when tasting it, only accentuates the pleasant sensations perceived in the aroma , while revealing a light but pleasant touch of roasted malt. This top fermented Trappist beer, refermented in the bottle, is not pasteurised. Special Edition.
In the early 1870s Booyoolee Run, a pastoral holding, was leased by Herbert Bristow Hughes. In 1872 he surveyed and subdivided the land and named the new town after his wife, Laura Hughes.
The town was the boyhood home of noted Australian poet C J Dennis whose most famous creation was The Sentimental Bloke. Dennis's father was the licensee of the Beetaloo Reservoir Hotel from 1892 to 1910.
Laura is also the home Golden North Ice Cream
It has been made in the town since 1923. As early as 1880 the Bowker family were selling fresh milk and cream from their dairy. By 1923 they had established a factory at Laura to produce ice cream. They were important innovators. By 1938 they were selling pasteurised milk and in 1940 they started selling ice cream in half gallon (2 litre) containers. The Bowker family sold the business to Farmers Union in 1983.
One of the great things for me of the "in-between" seasons, Autumn and Spring, is the dramatic dark skies broken by glorious golden rays of sunlight. As usual nature outdoes mankind in the lighting department.
The sign on the side of this building, now a bakery, harks to back to a time when we were more used to milk straight from the cow. Nowadays you have to pay over the top to get something that mankind hasn't fiddled with.
It’s the first day of oil replacing coal at the creamery used to heat the pasteurisation gubbins thingamajig machinery. Barry Bullhead and Clive ponder on the bridge playing Poohsticks, observing the now empty fuel tank go back across the road. By the way, Barry always wins at Poohsticks, his floating twig always beating Clive’s to the other side of the bridge.
That’s Clive’s Landrover behind, the trailer is carrying a fresh consignment of moonshine. This one being an unusual batch, for Clive used lactose in the initial fermentation. I’m sure most of us know that lactose sugar comes from milk - us being deep in Devon - the county of cream and of course custard. Once the gates reopen, Clive will drop off a few jars of moonshine in exchange for some short dated gold top milk for the next batch of nudge nudge, wink wink.
To the right, Doug is stood on what is now the last of the coal, he’s a bit confused because he was expecting a full wagon load of fresh coal. Shovelling oil might be messy he thinks. And by the way, that’s our Liz stood next to the small truck, she’s having a few days away from The Palace, incognito of course, so to mix with the common people.
In the far distance to the right, the men in white coats from The Ministry of Nuclear Misinformation are inspecting the latest batch of radioactive milk destined for the mid-morning school milk break. This new early 1960s initiative being part of a new government scheme to make children’s teeth whiter. Another advantage of this ground breaking venture is that their teeth will glow in the dark, making them easier to find if stuck up a chimney or locked in the cellar at 3am.
And for my readers from afar, 60 or so years ago, most children in Little Britain smoked a pipe, swept chimneys and lived in cellars. Posh children usually went to an expensive boarding school, which is much the same thing, but had the addition of ex-military youth-hating tweed-clad Latin mumbling psychopathic teachers with a well oiled cane and the ability to hit a child between the eyes with a blackboard rubber from 20 yards.
MY FRIENDS,
Trentino region is a region in the Northern part of Italy immediately under the mountains where they speck Italien and German...
they have very delicious food and wonderful wines...
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Here it is an example of lucy in their style served to my guests on my terrace...
perhaps the last time for this year... the cold season is coming....:
♨ FIRST: "Tyrolean dumplings ("Knödel")"♨
RECIPE
5 old rolls
100 g smoked speck
½ onion, chopped into small pieces
1 tbsp. butter
2 eggs
¼ ltr. milk
2 tbsp. flour
2 tbsp. parsley, chopped
salt, chives
1 ¼ ltr. beef stock
Cut the bread rolls into small cubes and put them into a bowl. Cut the speck into small pieces and add to the bowl. Heat butter and roast the chopped onion. Whisk the eggs into the milk. Add salt and parsley and pour over the bread. Leave to sit for 30 minutes. Add the flour, salt and onion – and if necessary, also some milk. Wet your hands and shape the dumpling. Put them into boiling salt water and leave for approximately 15 minutes. Serve in heated beef stock and decorate with chives. (The above amount makes eight dumplings.)
♨SECOND:♨
polenta, Dobiacco cheese and porcini mushrooms
NOTES:
"Dobiacco cheese" takes its name from the mountain area of Dobbiaco (or Toblach) in the Val Pusteria but it is also produced in other parts of Alto Adige. It has a strange parallelepiped shape that is only otherwise used in the area in and around Ragusa, in Sicily.Cheese with a mild and relatively delicate flavor. Its squared form minimizes waste when cutting. Cheese with a mild and relatively delicate flavor. Its squared form minimizes waste when cutting. Whole cow's milk, (40% FCFP), pasteurized or un-pasteurized. 11-15.4 lbs. Milk: full fat, raw or pasteurised, cow’s milk; Production method: artisan; Paste: cooked; Salting: in brine; Ripening: at least 60 days; Production period: throughout the year; Fats: 40 % F-DM; Weight: 5-7 kg; Size: base 10 x 30-40cm, h. 0 cm.; Producers: dairies from Alto Adige; Aspect and texture: yellow, compact paste with very few holes; Taste: milky and sweet;
♨ RED WINE♨: TEROLDEGO
NOTES:
Teroldego Rotaliano is a red wine-specific DOC of the Trentino-Alto Adige wine region, in northern Italy. The wines are made from 100% Teroldego grapes grown on the Campo Rotaliano – a flat, roughly triangular plain of the Adige Valley in northern Trentino.
Teroldego is a dark-skinned variety which produces deeply pigmented wines with an intensely fruity character. It is grown almost nowhere in the world outside the Adige valley, and has become something of an icon for Trentino's wine industry. Although the wines are rarely 'fine' wines, they are soft-styled and need little age to make them palatable. It is hard to see why Teroldego is not more widely planted in the region; it is more flavorful than Schiava (the most common red variety here) and less earthily tannic than Lagrein.
The Campo Rotaliano sits at the junction between the Adige Valley and that of the smaller Noce river, a minor tributary. The communes here are Mezzolombardo, Mezzocorona and the village of Grumo, belonging to the San Michele all'Adige commune.
TRY,AND....
♨ Buon appetito!! ♨
♨ bon appétit!! ♨
♨Enjoy!! ♨
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London used to be chock-full of Watney's pubs selling nothing but filtered and pasteurised beer dispensed from pressurised kegs. Their demise was triggered by the publication of the 1974 edition of the CAMRA Good Beer Guide in which readers were advised to "...avoid like the plague", I lived in the Highgate/Archway area for a while in 1971/72 and visited this pub only once. I can't remember much about it but I do know that it was not to my liking. The front sleeve picture of the Kinks' 1971 album Muswell Hillbillies was taken in The Archway Tavern, even though it is situated more than two miles away from Muswell Hill. In recent years the pub has operated as a music venue under the names Dusk Till Dawn and Intrepid Fox. Reopened after a four-year closure in October 2019 with its original name but, just as it was when owned by Watney's, it doesn't sell real ale.
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*Saddleworth, Tuesday, Jan 17, 1950
Big Milk Products Factory at Saddleworth — Since the return of the stone masons on the A W Sandford & Co Ltd, factory on last Monday, the erection of the walls have been rapid. By the week-end the greater majority of the walls have been completed and the townspeople can now judge the size of the building. By next week-end, all stonework should be finished and the carpenters are expected to be well ahead with the construction of the roof.
*Trust Timber Framed Homes for Saddleworth
On Monday morning, the townspeople were given their first indication that the Housing Trust are shortly going to commence their building programme. A large semitrailer of timber arrived on the site from Adelaide. The Trust are building six single unit timber framed homes on their purchased site on the Marrabel Road.
Ref: Northern Argus (Clare SA) Wednesday 18 January 1950.
Modern Factory Being Built
Saddleworth August 24
A milk and cheese factory being erected in the town by A W Sandford & Co Ltd, would be one of the most modern of its type in Australia if not the world, the factory manager (Mr H Grove) told a meeting of the Agricultural Bureau.
Many new features had been incorporated in its construction and plant.
The company has invited dairymen and others to inspect the factory on Show Day, September 23.
Ref: Advertiser (Adelaide SA) Friday 25 August 1950.
*Tuesday December 5 1950
Big Saddleworth Butter Factory
Work on A W Sandford's new Factory has been stationary for some months owing to the shortage o£ some vital equipment. This week, however, a further move was made by the arrival of a huge boiler unit and some heavy electric motors. The iron drop curtain doors have been installed.
*Trouble With the State Electricity at Saddleworth — On Tuesday, Nov 28, a serious electric fault developed in the Trust Power lines and much inconvenience was caused. Same sections of the town's lines were only giving about half voltage, with the result that many electric motors were over heating. On other sections of the line, double voltage was experienced with the result that at least 10 radios, 3 refrigerators motors and dozen of globes were burnt out. At the post office most of the trunk line channels were out of action for several hours.
Ref: Northern Argus (Clare SA) Wednesday 6 December 1950.
*A W Sandford & Co's Cheese Factory at Saddleworth, is rapidly nearing completion and it will soon be opened for production. Nearly all the vital equipment has been installed and now its modern layout can be seen. It is to be well lit and conditions for work will be pleasant. Ultraviolet lighting has been installed in the Testing Rooms to prevent and control unwanted cultures that are air borne. Steam pipes are being lagged and the large boilers is being lined with fire bricks. The Electricity Trust finished installing a special Transformer unit for the factory. The actual date of operation is not yet known.
Ref: Blyth Agriculturist (SA) Wednesday 11 July 1951.
*A W Sandford & Co's Cheese Factory in operation
A W Sandford & Co Ltd, started receiving milk for their Cheese Factory at Saddleworth on Monday morning Aug 20, and by the end of the week, many cheeses both large and small were on the racks. The actual cheese making commenced on Wednesday morning and many local people followed the interesting process.
It is learnt that Mr Bob McGregor, a former Riverton boy, has been appointed manager of the factory. Mr McGregor, who was a school mate of the Saddleworth Correspondent, has been in the cheese and butter making industry since leaving school. When interviewed on Wednesday, Mr McGregor stated that the new factory was very modern and the latest equipment took much of the back breaking work out of the manufacture of cheese.
On Wednesday morning we watched the process. The ten gallon cans of milk are tipped into a large stainless steel weighing vat, each producer's milk is handled separately, where it is weighed and a sample automatically taken by a vacuum pump. The milk is then released into a 500 gallon tank and pumped by an electric pump into a gleaming steel pastueriser. In the matter of feet it is heated to approx 180 degrees, held for a period of time and then cooled rapidly under pressure and then pumped into a 1,000 gallon stainless steel vat. Cheese culture is added and then rennet. The milk is constantly stirred by a moving motor with large steel paddles and then allowed to set. The 'Junket' is then cut with fine mesh and two hours of stirring commences to release the whey. This is then run away and the curds heaped up to drain. These are constantly turned and after another two hours put through a machine that slices it like chipped potatoes. Salt is stirred in and the cheese is then placed into moulds. Presses exerting up to 6½ tons compress the cheese and they are left the night with a constant pressure of 25 lbs per square inch on them. The milk in all its processes goes through stainless steel. In an interview with Mr H Groves, the General Manager of the firm, he stated that the public would have the opportunity of seeing cheese being made on Show Day, Sept 22, when the factory will be opened for inspection.
The town must pay a tribute to the firm of A W Sandford & Co Ltd, for their enterprise and faith in the district, for opening such a modern factory in the town. I would say it is the most important thing that has happened since completion of the railway and the establishment of the flour mill (long gone) years ago.
Ref:Northern Argus (Clare SA)Wednesday 29 August 1951.
*CRITICISM OF ELECTRIC LIGHT AND POWER AT SADDLEWORTH
Frequent power black-outs and half phasing over the last few months has caused considerable inconvenience to the users of electric power in the town. On Sunday, half phasing was experienced for many hours during the day and housewives were grumbling about it. It also caused serious trouble in the cheese factory where many hundreds of gallons of milk could not be processed until late afternoon. Lack of power also caused trouble when the waste water from the factory could not be pumped away.
Ref: The Northern Argus (Clare SA) Wednesday 28 November, 1951.
Available filtered and pasteurised in clear glass bottles.
Rich, flavorful, deep chocolate color, scented and roasted barley nose. Complexity of malt, hops, alcohol and yeast.
From Tadcaster , England
Ghost sign, East Street, Bridport, Dorset. The other lettering reads ."The only dairy selling local Pasteurised milk". 10th July 2019.
Bouregreg serpente sur les lignes régulières:
Hello, hello! bonne vieille terre! laboure ta crête , tourne et retourne sans cesse ta surface , vieille face bleue, irrigue tes pensées et glougloute de plaisir en prononçant buargrag, comme un serpent au sang froid, tu te réchauffes sous les pâles rayons du terminal F , F comme Funcky ou Funny , ça fait envie de te quitter ma belle F..rance, ce beurre perdu sent les racines atrophiées par un titre de séjour prolongé. Roissy tire sa révérence , allo Roi ici nous voici , je suis orphelin de mon père l’âme supérieure au-dessus de Bouregreg. Un lien sacré avec les Atlantes se faufile entre Rabat et Salé, il veut rester un territoire indépendant et reste cachée par les nuages de ses rêves stratosphériques.
A noter la silhouette d'une armure d'Europe orientaliste au milieu d'une colline: un plastron globulaire court et une faille encore assez longue. La faille continuerait de se raccourcir dans les années 1450, après avoir été beaucoup plus longue et plus profonde dans les années 1430 et 1440 de l'Hégire. .
À 10000 pieds c’est le seuil critique d’une raison pure, à cette hauteur, l’esprit des hommes se dilate dans la matière de l’aura. Tu l’aura ce voyage, ton avion dessine une auréole d’évidence autour du Monde libre. L’édredon des nuages flottant sur matelas de confiance terrienne piège tes rêves à travers le hublot, c’est un trou dans la carlingue qui emprisonne tes pensées. Tu laisse des valises de soucis en soute.
Un monde d’où l’on ne revient toujours pas, d’ailleurs à quoi bon revenir sur ses pas ? les nuages ne marquent pas l’empreinte de tes pieds de nez à l’intelligence du tout puissant, leurs cimes sont glissantes et humides comme ton grand front d’intellectuel en mode sudoripare, la tension fait perler tes tempes avant la pluie des contradictions, elles transforment ta verve si à l’aise dans les malaises et les foutaises, là-bas tout en bas tu règne en maître chanteur des fausses valeurs.
Plusieurs vols annulés vont être groupés en 747 sur Paris-Casa ! l’esprit amérindien est venu sécher mon front, en transit d’espoir: revoir mes frères Apaches avant que le continent ne se détache....
Mais ou sont les anges déchus de la nationalité des Libres Penseurs ?
Je viens de réaliser que ce 747 nous transporte sur une ligne intérieure
les passagers seront largués au dessus d’une destination meilleure,
Contemple l’ assiette d’aluminium et ton esprit sera que du bonheur
J’aime tes jeux de mots de garçon coiffeur
Tes blagues de bluffeur mettent de l’humeur
En fait je me sens super bien en éco , l’odeur de parfum masque la sueur
Ce mélange subtil puisse t’il endormir ta méfiance des classes moyennes , t’as peur ?
Derrière ton casque et tes lunettes noires on voit bien que tu est un riche vainqueur
Par accident ton corps est mélangé au peuple et nos esprit se diluèrent …
Toi le président des Chutes chut taisez vous, les journaux perdent leurs nerfs,
Alors mister président listen to me now ,
Le français et le latin sont des frères ,
Ils sont devenu des langues mortes , alors mist president écoute les voix se taire
Ton peuple a trop souffert de ta politique à l’envers , ta femme à l’air pervers
Ah ces chineurs , ils ramassent ceux qui veulent plus de la guerre des étoiles en pleurs ,
battent la monnaie de Laurent , Pas que Beau ce paysage ,ça chine les matières premières ,
On voit tout du hublot , le peuple si bas , les classes moyennes qui transpirent les économies dans des places tassés ,
Le fard de BB coule sur le siège de la rue ,
Mystères président, ohhh Mista président dis nous vers quel pays tu voles ??? ou quel pays tu as volé , bon vol et bonjour BB.
Le bon et loyal 747 est toujours là en seigneur des nuages , son pilote vit à Malte chez Opus Dei, ohhhh divin supérieur…croit les croisés , cruise missile et cru missel, crucifié par ton père français, il te renies, t’es interdit d’exporter les snipers et le matériel sécuritaire , alors que faire ???
La Franche...ouille!!! est trop régionale et identitaire, à force de vouloir assimiler et intégrer sans échanger; arrogante, elle prêche dans les pétro-déserts où personne comprend plus Molière. La farce à fric ou France Afrique, c’est fini, trop petite pour résister aux appétit des gros, alors il a pris son pinceau et délimité d’un trait sûr son nouveau tableau de l’Afrique , et il s’y connaît c’est le président ….le world président of the biggest compagnie, nie l’évidence.
747 désirs m’attendent à bord du Air Force One , n’oublie pas le numéro 5 Coco , c’est l’heure du boutique french-shop en zone franc, les commerces sont libres, les douaniers sont gommés d'un coup d'aile, plus de pudeur, dans un combat inégal avec ton code PIN, tu te régale en président régalien, c’est égal, tu voles en classe et joue aux dés avec les nuages. Le peuple des rampants appartient à une compagnie aérienne dont tu peux te séparer facilement, avec un parachute doré, et hop un saint-siège éjecte une compagnie de pathos critique.
La couche d’émulsion en chute libre profite à toutes cette émotion spirituelle , elle filtre les meilleures particules pour rester une race aussi pure, tout en bas les transferts s’opèrent dans les guerres entre univers.
Dans cette noble pourriture nous donnons le bain à nos jalouses incompréhensions, de là haut que l’on ne voit plus désormais; l’esprit d’éther qui se condense en eau bénite, la poudre aux yeux de nos prétentions se transforme en crème, stade final crématoire, elle brûle de s’en sortir et s’affine en gros fromage puant.
Le fromage fait vendre la télé réalité ou l’inverse ? Nous ne suivons plus réellement des plateaux de télévision mais des plateau teléfromage,la télé-fromagerie c’est néandertalien qui deviens sapiens, la connerie passe les frontières du bon sens avec la complicité des gardiens du temple: les journalistes salariés du pouvoir en lévitation au-dessus des masses nuageuses ou moyenâgeuses.
Grippe virale ou esprit grippé? Les pathologies s’agrippent au corps sains et se transfèrent comme un logiciel pour limiter la surproduction de misère. Une colère dans la stratosphère réchauffe la terre devenue zone de transfert, tous en enfer?
Pourquoi ne pas faire transiter tous les comptes du paradis, fils prodigue et co-locataire de nos affaires que tu gères en vie homo-banquière. Elle consulte ses voyantes et prévoient mon bonheur en wifi. Il survit en zone de pudeur, son historique est revendu par les réseaux sociaux,ainsi va la vie ,l’instinct heureux plane avec des ailes en forme de sourire partagé, allez vient cher esclave de tes recherches sur la toile; tu devînt devin, je te prêterai une plume de mes ailes d’ange, comme ça t’arrangera, écris cette histoire étrange, de l’esclave moderne dans sa zone de turbulences; dans un trou d’air, il retrouve sa marge bénéficiaire avec sa mémoire fossile, fausse îles du possible; elles sentent le posé-cible ,possible dommage. Les passagers dorment les âges anciens du libre penseur en apesanteur.
Mon âme gît loin de ces étrangetés , un instant je la transfère hors de sa sphère, voilà cette civilisation du transport aérien, air de rien, elle opère à ciel ouvert, ,ses ailes nivellent nos anciennes différences ,d’abord oublie ta grotte de fossile puis vient en zone de transfert, infuse ce qu’on te refuses,pendant qu’ici, ils s’amusent de se bonheur que tu refuse pour filer tes sens dans les courants d’air froid. Tu veux, donc tu penses, ton cœur bât encore quelques vengeances, alors que ton âme voyage en classe affaire. Tes crises viennent quand tu regardes en arrière. Les sièges des classes écos sont surbookés par de terribles colères.
Bien tassées dans leurs pièges ailés, s’agitent fort,
Au gré des turbulences, elles cherchent un support,
De vaines psychanalyses de groupe collent au corps,
Sur une foule de ressentiments, transpirent en cœur,
Pulsant leurs réserves d’esprit, ils crient leurs peurs ,
Ecoute ton cœur ,il bat son rythme plus fort encore,
Laisse tes sens vides manger seul, bien des remords,
Oh !!! esprit vole plus haut que tes désirs d’homme
Remet ton âme au son des anges, où elle résonne,
Il n’y a plus rien d’autre dans cette pauvre personne,
Au loin je distingue à peine sa forme et son pourtour,
Une carlingue sans ailes vole à son secours sans détour,
Elle agite encore son corps au gré de ses crises d’égo
Sans héros sa vie c’est du zéro, tu deviens son nigaud,
Vas-y mon Joe , rattrape l’avion il s’en va avec son cœur ,
Vole et suis le partout si il veut rester ici bas avec ta peur,
Elle se ballotte au gré des ondes , avec tout un faux monde
Reste bien assis dans ton siège avec les sens qu’elle sonde
Quand gronde sa rancœur, elle touche pas ton cœur.
Fixe ta peur, attache là à tes vieux songes de malheur,
Tu rêve d’atterrir et enfin de rebondir sur un autre chemin
Tes roues touchent la solitude de tes certitudes de gamin
Tu planes sur tes anciennes conquêtes, sans lendemain,
Celles que t’as pas pu séduire dans ta tour de self-control,
Alors chauffe les pistes de la danse du coeur, suis son envol,
Surtout, accroche toi à son beau fuselage quand elle décolle,
Avec elle, tu fusionnes la matière de l’amour fou et délicieux,
Transmute dans les nuées des anges qui se frottent aux cieux
Tes yeux sont des hublots ou les esprits se lovent,
Touche pas aux poussières de matières qui se sauvent,
Allez vient et écoute battre son cœur, il pulse si bien,
A quinze mille pieds tu prends le tien dans ce refrain ;
Du sol tu peux pas toucher mon cœur ,il vient du soleil,
Ses rayons réchauffent tes ailes d’anges si près du ciel
Tu l’aimes dans ce vol sans escales vers la lune de miel.
Tel Sysiphe tu roules ton rocher de grêlons au sommet des cumulus sans jamais l’atteindre, traverses bien la Méditerranée et lie tes pensées au sort des nuées, elles sont d’ici et d’ailleurs, mais disparaissent si tu les racontes avec les mots d’aujourd’hui, comme d’immatérielles consistances, notre vocabulaire ne saurait les saisir et cela n’est pas une préoccupation pour les prisonniers de cette carlingue qui va d’escales en escales , brûlante de découvrir des territoires étranges.
C’est vraiment une bétaillère, pas un morceau de lard dépasse des sièges, chaque passager retient ventre , fesses, en buisness, ils ont des têtes moins stress , ce n’est pas la compagnie aérienne qui nous intéresse, mais seulement voyager en compagnie de l’ami des dieux et du philosophe bouclier nous sommes bouclé dans un tube comme un cortex volant qui nous sert de médium dans ce groupe d’humains , 200 pers à 931 km /h , forcement chacun se met dans une bulle,elle passe sans vraiment s’arrêter nulle part. Les ondes que nous captons à présent sont la clef de cette histoire.
Sans le vouloir, nous laissons givrer le bras tard, Gibraltar comme un rebondissement possible de notre narration, elle s’improvise dans le déroulement de l’action qui va se corser à l’insu de notre destiné de bête taille humaine, comme le bétail humain, petite précision c’est quoi du bétail humain ?
Du bétail, c’est de la viande sur pied, des pieds bientôt inutiles mais bien assez pour mener sa viande aux 10 000 pieds et oublier la face humaine des veaux qu’on mène à l’abattoir, ils pleurent leurs mères en suçant les restes de sauces dans des barquettes en vinyle .
Le survol du des droits ibères sur le détroit libère quelques consciences étroites dans un permafrost fidèle à son poste. Nous participons au réchauffement de la planète du désir, il se condense en nuages de plaisirs..
Ce contrôle à 100 p100 de la définition d’un bétail ne laisse aucune issue de secours, d’ailleurs après le repas le troupeau est libre de circuler entre les sièges, les postérieurs passent sur la ligne du regard , c’est gentil , ils vont aux toilettes en groupe , croupe tendue , ce qui offre l’avantage de faire la queue, imagine les effluves de bêtes qui vont faire leurs besoins.
Danger à Tanger , plus rien à manger, nos besoins sont ils relâchés en altitude ? Sûrement qu’il vole plus haut que nos pensées gloutonnes et nourrissent un tas de ressentiments livrés en satellites dans des plateaux-repas pour les sardines d’Essaouira et ça ira bien assez comme ça….
La vie se déroule comme un vrai repas
Le pet sonne le résumé lors du trépas
Certains pètent coincés comme une vie bloqué
L’histoire d’un pet qui se retrouve dans l’œsophage, comme si la vie voulait sortir par le mauvais orifice
Le pet solide comme les boules gonfle les glandes , glandeur de la vie , grandeur de la vie ?
Le pet sans odeur , vie sans saveur
Le pet sucré ou une bien grasse distillation des sucs, huiles essentielles d’une vie existentielle, calorigène issue d’un gène vivant et pas d’une gêne morte de honte, comme un pet foireux, la vague bleu Marine , merde c’est la courante qui trace ton fond de caldé en bleu, blanc, rouge, tu as des hémorroïdes à force de te faire enculer par les collabos, tu chies des croix gammées qui t’arrachent le fion, tes pets sentent la mort qui s’approche.
Dans la vie moderne comme une reine morte, la gastronomie sans gaz produit du format sans saveur
La scène de Vinci témoignage d’une vie bien différente de ce que l’existence nous donne à digérer, on vit moralement comme à la fin du 19° dans les méandres d’un intestin sans instinct, le Bouregreg résonne dans ce tube de l’année.
Jésus pète de bonheur après ce bon repas entre potes , l’histoire a censuré son odeur.
L’instinctif bruyant du pet est trop vulgaire
Peter un gros coup pour libérer ses pulsions
Peter sans odeur comme une vie pasteurisée, exhume tes flatulences relance de fragrance aux sens plein d’absences.
Un gros pet foireux taille sa route entre des embouteillage de merde , il glisse sur les victimes d’habitués à l’immobilisation du temps , le pet fuse et ne résonne pas plus haut que leurs klaxons impuissants
Pousse ton pet dans le conduit , sauf conduit de merde ,tu passes les frontières de la cuvette trop pleine de miasmes , passe porc tu bouffes tes pêchers , t’empêches la zone de couvrir les murs de la honte , pet de bourge ou pet de barge , l’odeur est la même , le caviar sent comme la sardine , le pet confond toute les origines , le pet s’est comme le multiculturalisme de l’estomac , hé la France comme un gros tube digestif , les cheblanc voudrais que tu leurs ressemblent , alsaciens bretons même combat , algériens sénégalais mangez du camembert , pétons ensemble la même mélodie , prout prout la France , j’aime ton côté prout… proust , pet de madeleine , c’est la french touch , un petit fumet patriotique antibiométrique automatique , vas y pète mon frère , pète ton amour du pays.
Comme un pet brûlant , tes lèvres ont la saveur d’une campagne aux engrais fixés à la fleur de daube , gorge chaude , tu roucoules du cul comme un albatros maculé de goudron , quelques gouttes de gaz liquide se fendent comme des larmes sur ta face arrière , met les gaz ma poule et roucoule avec ton fion , pond nous un pti gaz de derrière les réchaud , si t’as mal ventre , pousse les gaz au raz des marées chaussées de merde , les flics se la pètent avec leurs lunettes , ils calculent ta vitesse d’expulsion , interdit de péter plus vite que son ombre sous peine de rétention au centre des gaz et si je pète les centres de rétention ??? , les vagues bleues Marine s’enferment dans leurs chambres à gaz , sous un tas de fumiers nostalgique de l’Empire , pas celui du shit , merde française qui se fume entre bleu ,blanc et rouge de honte d’être dans le gaz , ils échappent à la généreuse foirade de la multi-culture , pétons avec nos frères , cul blanc béni , cul noir rebondi , cul jaune d’or , tous du cul dans la vie , alors Marine on se la pète ? crac crac les sondages ,avec la peur comme fond de commerce on est tous devenu des pètochard , péte haut et moucharde , Et si les journalistes qui annonce à ton arrivée ,du caca général, si c’n’est pas des gros pets, les journalistes sont des caisses de résonance comme des grosses flatulences ils parfument les infos de fait divers scatologique et font la place aux merdes pour quelle arrivent , allez Marine ramène ton gros cul de fausse blonde , allez chante Marseille en pétant juste , la France à la tourista avec tous ces étrangers, ça va péter …
Bon sang … mais c’est quoi qui coule dans tes tripes ou est ta mauvaise graine ? Rien que ça ? Mais t’es fou ?
Bin t’es pas rigolo ma poule, si tu pianotes ces quelques spasmes en fantasmant sur une vie d’artiste du fion , Dufion JC et hop en 40 avant JC Duf’ t’étais un gros cigare coincé dans les méandres d’une vie digestive et peu active .
Alors mon beau brun t’es coincé dans un virage du Bouregreg, bourré Greg tu glougloutes?
t’es trop rigide ?
pourtant je pourrais te transcender en torrent , t’es de la courante , tu causes le langage des signes ?
Fort peu mon gars ça se sent que t’as pas fait de créneaux depuis des lustres , alors astique ton volant et tourne , retourne dans les intestins et refait le trajet de ta vie .
Tu brunis à l’ombre , t’es bien rare dans ton cas de bronze , les normaux brunissent au soleil des envies folles , toi tu deviens d’un beau bronze dans ta lente descente obscure vers la lune noire et tu l’éclates à chaque passage ,
passe et repasse le film de ta vie , il s’enroule bien ouaté et comme une vie torchée , finir troué et rincé dans une cuvette pleine d’eau bénite , ahhh mon cœur , t’es bien lisse à force de glisser contre les parois qui guide ton odorant destin , quel parfum ….
Dufion JC c’est l’an zéro , quand tu touche la surface de l’eau c’est le signal de ta fin ,selle ou celle d’un destin qui se scelle dans le vide .
Moulé par la force de gravité , gravité de cette lourde pensée , que te reste t’il à la pesée ? à la fin c’est l’ultime test on pèse ton âme , elle doit être plus légère que la plume qui écrit ce texte de scato , c’est pas rigolo , t’es tout ridé à force de te crisper , vas y pousse poupousse mon ange noir , t’as l’pampl qui mousse , donne toi de l’amplitude , du rythme dans la contraction c’est ton heure . Bientôt tu vas plonger dans une nouvelle tuyauterie, remonter le fleuve de la vie, celle que tu maudis si remplie et si pleine des fragrances de tronc pourris .
Les balais brossent ton visage ,
ils effacent les traces de ton passage dans la cuvette.
Tu t’apprêtes à tournoyer dans le rythme .
Marque ton passage d’un éclair de zèbre ,
tu signes brun , ooooh ,
c’est ta dernière danse enroulée ,
Dance a rock and roll in th’ lavotories ,
you are the champions of brownies .
Allez hop c’est le voyage au bout de la nuit dans le bateau ivre de bonheur de se sentir ainsi quitter la maison mère.
Décontracté du fion ,
JC Duf’ se prélasse dans de nouvelles psy- canalisation , faut se faire une raison d’ailleurs du fond du pantalon .
Libre des contractions anales
Tu glisses dans l’éternel canal
Et passe au stade subliminal
Je me demande à quoi ressemble une grosse merde qui sublime sa vie intracorporelle , à quoi joue t’elle ?
C’est quoi la vie antérieure d’une merde ,
c’est quoi sa consistance ?
nourrie à la repentance ?
Selle d’une vie bien mince
Ou très grosse à s’éclater la rondelle ,
Pour produire de biens grosses ficelles
Solution finale d’une merde qui tire sa révérence comme une grosse ficelle qui sort d’un cul chanceux et trouve une issue heureuse face à une telle introspection en évacuant ses ressentiments dans la fosse commune des souvenirs nauséabonds
Pour tirer la chasse d’eau sur cette poisse faut d’abord comprendre en quoi consiste la merde , être une merde ou ne pas naître ? comment naissent les merdes ?
Des effets que tu maîtrises
Déféquer tes mêts…to rise
Voyage au cœur du système digestif d’une vie comme un repas ou le caca se résume aux fragrances d’une présence d’amour intense .
Une enfance volée donne le caca sans odeurs ,
C’est la chiasse de peur d’être pas à la hauteur.
Une enfance gâtée et riche en lait maternel plein de protéines produira un caca odorant et persistant d’une longueur impressionnante , ce genre de merde est très envahissante et recherche toute sa vie beaucoup d’affection , cette nostalgie d’intestins utérins se prolongera sans fin , ces merdes là sont inconsolables , tu pourras te torcher jusqu’au sang pour t’en séparer , elle vont te coller le fion sans raison et te marquer à la culotte comme le fer rouge marquait les traîtrises et les félonies .
À force de fouiner, j’ai bien cherché dans le gros-cul de la vie à expulser quelques envies de trouver une merde sympathique pour peu qu’elle existe dans mon imaginaire
Tube digressif de ce texte sans salive et plein de sucs digestifs, je me suis même osé à mettre un doigt dans le cul de mes pensées régressives, j’ai cherché la merde qui sent bon, la merde sympa, relax du sphincter , telle le sphinx elle renaîtrait en forme de pet silencieux et langoureux .
Une merde dématérialisée , un caca virtuel , voilà la merde idéale , celle dont rêve tout les psy du stade anal , tu as si bien digéré que rien ne reste de ta vie qu’un long pet musical , un gaz spirituel , une fleur de selles .
Pas besoin d’être sage pour juger de la production du méthane, métaphysique et pensée occidentale, on lâche nos pets sur les cimes immaculés de l’Atlas, t’imagines tous ces plateaux repas qui terminent leurs course dans l’atmosphère de nos frères méditerranéens, Atlas a son ventre remplis de nos détritus et porte le Monde des riches. Le tarma attend son tarmac pour atterrir comme une Rlah ici bas.
C’est bien mieux qu’un saint sacrement aux exégèses gonflées à l’azote liquide , des satellites l’ont repéré en mouvements, troupes de terreurs anciennes , l’ombre d’un colonel dicte ses pensées surannées protégé par l antimatière de ses boules , elles surfent sur la région du repentir, des poids morts les maintiennent la tête en bas , sans quoi elles planent aux quatre vents du changement , portés par ses petites boules gonflées à bloc , aux limites de la rupture ,c’est quoi cette rédemption soudaine ?
La contrariété jetée face au rives innocentes dans l’attente d’une réplique, un courant d’air rempli de frustrations submerge la fusion des cœurs , impossible réaction en chaîne , ou l’amour se déchaîne sur les corps vides d’ envies .
Au temps des colons la méprise était fixé chez les méchants ,les bandits , faciles à reconnaître avec leurs casques blancs et leurs peaux rouges, cette race est étrange; elle s’installait dans une civilisation considérée comme inférieure. La race coloniale vivait douloureusement cette contradiction d’exil volontaire et d’ignorance involontaire. Elle subsiste encore de nos jours mais une autre plus méprisante, c’est inventé son paradigme dans le goudron des centres villes , cette dernière espèce est une version inconnue pour nos amis de Casa, elle est née après 1961 en même temps que le narrateur. C’est une race hybride, qui vit la peur de l’autre sur un écran à plasma et se dope aux journalistes salariés par les élites occidentales. La traversée du ciel et l’atterrissage ne peuvent être payé en pièces d’or, en-dehors des fruits du labeur ou des légumes en forme de vagues intelligence. L’égo dominateur ou toute forme d’hybris nous ferais automatiquement refouler des douanes, nous serions obligés de revenir en bus, la compagnie n’accepte que les payement en espèces naturelles, les cartes de crédit provoquent de grave turbulences et des trous d’air extrêmement anxiogènes.
Les natifs berbères sont nés loin de cette misère intellectuelle, ils ont grandis au cœur d’une nature généreuses qui a produit des fruits pour tout nos frères de la création et du ventre du grand Atlas. Ils se nourrissent de l’esprit des lieux en ne consommant que des fruits de la Terre.
Il curieux de constater qu’aucun d’entre ces fruits ne convient au générations qui suivent , les méchants ont plus de super pouvoir que le grand esprit lui même et ceux qui sont restés neutre n’ont jamais vu une étoile scintiller dans l’obscurantisme qui donne sa consistance aux dogmes actuels , on a retrouvé une foie pour les bêtes , cachons nous face au risque de violer votre intimité et chantons des quantiques inventés depuis si longtemps que leurs récitation rythmique produit un avilissement chez ceux qui les récitent sans comprendre dans quel contexte ils furent conçu , leurs prières ne sont que de rudimentaires remèdes , je cherche ici des hommes sans médecine capable de faire renaître le Grand-Esprit sur ce vol Paris Casa .
Fez nous regarde passer comme une imitation grossière de migration , une immigration sauvage ferait un bel équipage , le notre est sans le sel de la vie n’atteint pas la légèreté des plumes du grand manitou, on a pesé l’âme des passagers assis en buisness et de ceux qui bossent en MacBook mal assis sur les classes économiques , conclusion des boites noires , mauvaises répartition des âmes et surcharge anormale des sondés pitoyables pitos , il ne savent dire à quel vitesse il évoluent , il ne savent pas dire sans instrument de mesure , s’ils ont atterri sous terre ou sur des nuées de pensées.
Dans les turbulences de somnolences , quelques évanescence viennent tirer leurs révérences face à tant d’abstinence de danses du soleil, dans mon sommeil, elles nous tinrent ce langage :
Face de gaouri point ne te sourit, retourne à ta terre ancestrale , ton histoire ne reviendra plus , j’ai reçu de bien pâles échos dans mon casque colonial dépressurisé, le son dolby ne produit plus les mêmes états extatiques de retour sur soi , il est vrai que la narration n’as de loin pas la magie des première lignes, Paris Casa accepte ses maigres songes que nos transports captèrent en ces terres étrangères.
Pourquoi nos transports d’habitudes si bavards sont-il avares de nouvelles histoires, faut-il absolument entendre nos esprits dans ce casque colonial, le son est modifié dans une carlingue dépressurisée , tel un beau filon nous l’avons exploité sans volonté de le réutiliser .
Sans doute le casque ou la cabine forment un couple moins complice avec l’esprit qui vint aux cours de nos dernières traversées , je prie de retrouver cet état d’esprit ou le mien est pris par la simple parole du très Grand Esprit , il y a en éco , un écho lointain de la verve qui est sienne , suis je orphelin de ces paternelles odes qui tournent et rôdent sur le bureau des pensées suggérées , ai-je eu une seule fois des pensées propres à moi même , est-ce seulement possible ? Je ne suis qu’enveloppe charnelle conçue pour être l’objet du désir de la Mère Supérieure, la mer inférieure défile comme un vieux disque avec ses sillons écumés par les diamants, pas de dote pour cette Mère Supérieure. Un visage rassurant pour mes enfants , mais en profondeur aucune âme qui vaille , un leurre serait plus révélateur de l’état de la chose , nous lançons cette ode à ceux qui aiment cette personne que je suis censé être et incarner pour leur bonheur personnel , en vérité , l’esprit veut me dire que je n’existe que pour autrui , j’ai bien vu le visage suralimenté d’un quinquagénaire mais je n’arrivais pas à reconnaître le même en trentenaire , la laideur des peaux pendantes et prêtes à se revendre pour quelques années de moins , l’homme occidental est un mythe de jeunisme , le poids du temps lui est fatal , Celui du héros grec se retrouve dans cet archétype de l’homme occidental, il est soumis aux religions et aux progrès de la science.
L’homme esprit est celui que nous recherchons dans ces vastes contrées longtemps préservées de cette mythologie de la réussite et de l’affirmation de soi, l’homme esprit se vit comme la branche par rapport à l’arbre, il est dans une quête de résilience naturelle.
Voilà la formidable capacité d’auto suggestion de l’esprit sur la pensée , l’esprit est lucide , la pensée logique , une pensée est explicable ou alors n’est pas digne de figurer au panthéon des phrases malines et assassines .
Le drame dans cette affaire vient de la nature qui n’as aucune logique profonde mais peut être classifiée pour le besoin de compréhension logique , en vérité l’esprit anime chacune des partie de cette nature et il n’as aucune logique telle que l’on veut bien en définir une , de même que cette caractéristique que les logiciens nomment intelligence , elle ne serait en vérité qu’un exercice de style ou un habile montage de pensées bien ordonnées .
L’esprit se fiche d’avoir raison ni même d’être compris par les passager de ce vol et encore plus de ceux resté au sol , il se fiche de la reconnaissance , des vaines prières et surtout de son adoration , l’esprit est fier et généreux , il aime tes efforts pour élever ton style , il aime entendre le son de sa voix transmis par le clavier que tu actives pour qu’arrive cette missive aux anges .
L’esprit s’incarne dans des personnage ailés , voler en rêve c’est accomplir son destin ,les grands esprits volent , pour suivre sa course dans le ciel pur d’ un vol Paris Casa Parie que nous avons utilisé la technique du leurre et de celui qui se meurt , en restant dans son mensonge , croyant à l’agonie d’un chevalier inexistant , il revient avec son timbre colorer ce tableau de nous même dans un ennui profond et maîtrisé .
Merci les petits lardons vous aviez raison de croire en votre meilleure destinée dans cet épisode troublant de l’existence d’un vertébré tiraillé par des assises économes en confort , la maison mère entend vos douleurs et vous propose une place en son saint siège,
Nous ne serions que remercier le Grand Malâk ailé qui vient nous sourire et d’un regard complice vous invite plus haut dans la carlingue du zingue .
Bienvenu dans le ciel, c’est sûrement le plus bel endroit de la terre et les surclassements en classe à faire,
Respect aux gazelles , aux fumées du tajine, aux sept signes et bien sûr nos meilleures salutations aux amis de la tour de contrôle à Casa. Ils conseillent nos pilotes sur le meilleur des routages pour bien rester au delà des nuages , nous avons obtenu l’autorisation de débrancher les systèmes anti-gravitationnels du monde réel .
L’abstinence de gravité terrestre dans ce texte ,nous place bien plus haut que les grattes ciels de Casa très ancrés dans le brouillard du matin, leurs fondations plongent dans l’argile des ancêtres se nourrit de nos terres anciennes .
Le conseil des sages a décidé sans eux qu’une grande turbulence viendrait aspirer les bénéfices des nations , les rapaces planent sur les travailleurs , c’est la danse des marché , les notations AA Abuse des vieilles ruses , triple AA Abuse et ça m’ AA Amuse , AA+ muse , note bien cette cotation de l’âme bien plus légère en zone immortelle , Ahah AA+ de mortels dans la peine , big brother tousse , le monde va être malAAde , je fais signe aux hôtesses que je refuse d’AAterrir dans cette crise collé au sol , je veux pas revenir pour ne pas sentir l’odeur du mensonge des pyramides de Ponty.
Tu souris dans ton cachot volant, il te reste 239876 années à attendre que ce Monde-là s’effondre , alors chante l’histoire des esprits volants sur Loyal Air Mon-Rock , viens mon âme je t’attends là haut pour te retrouver en dehors de mon corps dans ce transport douillet des souches mères, range tes affaires et suis moi dans le couloir des lumières .
Le temps qui passe s’arrête le temps qu’un vide s’installe autour de tes oreilles qui veillent sur du réel, une lueur de pulsion perle sur ton front , quitter l’envie de tout et laisser le désir aux bons soins des nourritures terrestres , ici bien haut c’est de la confiture céleste qui reste dans ton estomac bien inutile dans de tels transports de l’esprit , ici tes flatulences volent plus haut que celle des autres , sans bruit et sans odeur dans ce vol sans peurs.
Distance parcourue 1000 km ,moins 47 degrés, altitude 11880 mètres, nous voilà dans des conditions idéales pour se faire mal aux méninges .
Les jalouses incompréhensions nées d’une peur chronique de se perdre dans les méandres de nos faiblesses humaines nous reviennent sans cesse .
Le mufti commandant de bord nous informe que l’attraction terrestre nous pousse jusqu’à nous ses crampons et nous attire furieusement vers une maladive jalousie qui empêche de parcourir le monde qui nous intéresse , il faudra choisir de vivre sans attaches , dans le simple appareil du dénuement total , sous peine de se voir confisquer l’anti-attraction qui nous a été offerte par les hôtesses du vol , le confort de la classe affaire devait nous faciliter extraction de quelques odes à la grandeur de l’esprit maghrébin,à quoi bon tant d’amour volé , quitter la ligne claire du plan de vol pour rejoindre celle du ressentiment et de la peine du cœur.
Le grand saut dans l’espace c’est une vocation à respecter comme un sacerdoce , il ne tolère que l’ascèse et fuit la séduction comme la colère , il se vit dans l’absence , la répétition des rythmes de cette prose voudrait mettre l’esprit dans l’attente d’une transe et attendre que Houston guide nos premier pas dans l’espace de ce rêve conscient .
Reste 1h 33 dans ce siège à espérer que suffisamment d’ondes du cosmos viendront brûler ce qui reste de lucide dans nos souvenirs d’une existence pesante et terrestre , les mots qui nous viennent à l’esprit ne sont que des voix venues de si haut , le son feutré du casque audio distille ces douces paroles , serait t’elles si divines que nous aurions la prétention d’avoir rencontré Ibn Al Arabi, même en rêve relatif et plein de superlatif , nous aurions détourné la lumière et dépassé sa vitesse pour retourner en arrière , labourer le champ ou poussait le blé qui nourrissait nos vies antérieures ,refaire le trajet manqué , prendre les bonnes décisions qu’il aurait fallu prendre , ne rater aucun virage , arracher les mains qui cachaient les obstacles que nous aurions pu voir à temps et éviter de casser la vie qui nous était si chère , dans cet air , moins 44 degré on vire doucement vers le bercail , il n’y a pas de mal qui aille , laisse le spectacle des anges battre la mesure avec leurs ailes et te suggérer ce rêve ouvert .
Distance parcourue 1400 Km, voilà au moins une information concrète dans ce spleen dépressurisé , une autre serait bien une exclusivité en 960 de l’hégire, la terre tourne en rond et ressasse depuis une obsession du bonheur matériel, sans pesanteur pas de bonheur , la joie ça se pèse en lingot d’or , pas la peine de regarder par les hublots , les anges du point du jour pointent leurs joues roses pour la bise du matin , la bise est fraîche à moins 48 elle congèle tes souvenirs de ce vol sans escale et tu régales les vandales de la boite à remonter le temps de tes erreurs passées , Ils fracassent joyeusement la porte verrouillée pour l’éternité , tu te réveilles dans l’éther, l’esprit amer à l’idée de bientôt revenir sur la terre des vaches et des moutons
Distance parcourue 11OO Km, voilà au moins une nouvelle concrète dans ce spleen dépressurisé , l’autre info serait bien une exclusivité en 1470 de l’hégire, la terre tourne en rond et ressasse depuis longtemps, une obsession du bonheur matériel, sans pesanteur pas de bonheur , la joie ça se pèse en lingot d’or , pas la peine de regarder par les hublots , les anges du zénith pointent leurs joues roses pour la bise du matin , la bise fraiche à moins 48 sur ton front en sueur congèle les souvenirs de ce vol sans escale et tu régales les vandales de la boite à remonter le temps de tes erreurs passées , ils fracassent joyeusement la porte verrouillé pour l’éternité , tu te réveilles dans l’éther , l’esprit joyeux à l’idée de bientôt revenir sur la terre des gazelles et des moutons.
Dans mon casier à côté des sacs à la mode, j’ai pris un canna éphémère, cette fleur bourgeonne, fleurit et meurt dans une seule journée comme ces lignes aériennes, « el bagh » se met autour de la tête pour guérir les céphalées.
Cher leurres ,
Ah vous qui appellent mes funestes pensées ,
Faites le tour du cadran et prière d’avancer
C’est quoi ce temps vide au secondes vitales
Prenez ces intervalles ou l’esprit se régale
Entre ces secondes qui défient l’éternité
Brutalité des années accumulées sans pitié
A quoi rime le temps silencieux des corvées
Il passe le train des journées sans se limiter
Week-end de studieux
We can tout deux si tu peux
Voici ma copine de retour,
Aussi finie pour toujours,
c’est l’amie de ma rupture
Sait-on pourquoi elle dure,
Là-bas tout Marrakech
En bas elle se marre à quai,
ici tout en en haut, je la haï,
c’est ma copine de retour,
Vol d’idée pour toujours
Elle vole à mon secours
Mais quel est ce son ?
D’une new Life en leçon
C’est quoi bb ce son
Pourquoi sans raisons
C’est le son qui monte
Tu l’entends il compte...
Il conte l’histoire
Celle d’y croire
Deux hublots sont posées comme une paire d’yeux spirituels,
Dieu ou d’yeux ???
L’ anagramme reste collé au-dessus du mur des certitudes avec son petit paradis de l’ennui en néons .
On peut dire que son regard noir et profond semble représenter le reflet d’une âme sensible.
Les lettres si bien assemblées flottent dans son aéroport à lumières ! Là de haut deux hublots sur son corps sans visage immaculé dans la pureté du paysage libre.
Putain BB regarde-moi ces bastardos de serpents, ils sifflent las: more say yes, no !!! Marseilles est-ce??? Non!!! J'veux qu't souries BB "
Un Bouregreg de Bernawy Téqui et Image de Hughes Songe
A soft, bloomy rind cheese, made with pasteurised milk, that has been ripened for 35 days. The ripening process gives this triple-cream Brie a pleasing fluffy rind and creamy texture with a note of mushroom.
Etorki, meaning “origin” in Basque language, is a pasteurised sheep’s milk cheese made in French Basque region of the Pyrénées. The milk used to make this cheese is sourced from local black- or red-faced Manech ewes herded by local shepherds and dairy farmers. It takes six gallons of ewe’s milk to produce one wheel of Etorki.
Laura.
The land around the small town of Laura was originally part of Booyoolee sheep station based in Gladstone which was leased by Herbert Bristow Hughes and Bristow Herbert Hughes from 1843. They soon had a run of 200 square miles and the partnership split with Herbert Hughes retaining Booyoolee and Bristow Hughes developing Bundaleer sheep run from 1846. After the passing of the credit selection land acts of 1869 and 1872 large areas of Booyoolee station were resumed by the government for closer settlement and the arrival of grain farmers rather than pastoralists. But a clerical error in the Lands Office meant the Hundred of Booyoolie was declared with that alternate spelling when surveying began and the Hundred was named in 1871. Herbert Bristow Hughes married Laura White of Wirrabara run and so the governor of SA named the new township Laura after Herbert Hughes’ wife. The first town lots were offered for sale in 1872 with the first school opening, the Wesleyan Church, the former Laura Hotel (now a shop shop) and the brewery all opening in 1873. Of these buildings the Laura Hotel was the first stone building erected in the town. It closed in 1998. Based beside the Rocky River in well-watered country the town grew rapidly. A local land owner Mr H Walter had a private town named North Laura gazetted but it was soon amalgamated back into the government town of Laura. However just to the north of North Laura the land was purchased from the original land owner by the state government in 1893 at considerable cost to create a number of Working Men’s Blocks as part of the Cotton government scheme to assist working men to live on small blocks of around 10 acres. This area just north of the town is still known as Laura Blocks and the properties are all around 10 to 20 acres. In the 1890s at a time of great depression the blocks allowed working men to lease the land cheaply from the government in order to grow vegetables, plant fruit trees, keep a cow and a pig, perhaps some bees and poultry to supplement their waged incomes. The land was eventually offered for sale to the blockers or to other settlers.
Like all agricultural areas the grain farmers wanted access to good transport. The first wheat crops were carted by bullock teams or horses and drays through Hughes Gap near Crystal Brook down to the port at Port Pirie. But this need was redundant once the train line was extended from Gladstone to Laura in 1884. A fine stone gable ended railway station was built in Laura shortly after 1884 but alas it has now been demolished and the rail tracks torn up. But Laura did not remain a rail terminus. The rail lines were extended to Booleroo Centre in 1910 and then on to Melrose and Wilmington in 1919. Some of the finest buildings in the town are the Old Court House (now the art gallery) which was built in 1877, the old post office first built around 1874 and the former Police Station in the Main Street built in in 1878 and closed in 1968. The old Institute was built in 1875 but later demolished to make way for an ugly Civic Centre in the 1968. In front of that Civic Centre is a bust of Clarence J. Dennis whilst there is a larger than life statue of him in the Main Street. C. J Dennis the famous poet and story writer was born in Auburn in 1876 but lived for most of his childhood and youth years in Laura before he eventually moved to Melbourne. In 1890 C.J. Dennis began work at the solicitor’s office in the Main Street as a junior law clerk. Dennis left Laura in 1898 when he fell out with his father the publican of one of the Laura Hotels. Between the Civic Centre and the old Courthouse is the fine Masonic Lodge which was built in 1908 but is now used by the local history society as an archive. The Masonic Lodge was formed in Laura in 1878. Other buildings of note are the classical style single room fronted Solicitors Offices in the Main Street near Bristow Street where C.J Dennis was employed and the former Bank of South Australia on the corner of White Street. The main chamber on the Main Street was built late in 1922 but walk down White Street and you can see the old bank with half rounded windows behind it. That part of the bank was built in 1878. It is opposite the former Laura hotel which is now the soap shop.
After erecting the first hotels and churches country towns looked to education facilities. In Laura a school opened in 1874 in a small church before the first state school was built in 1877. Additional classrooms were added to the 1877 building in 1883. More buildings have opened since the 1950s. In the 1870s churches were often built of pine and pug with thatched rooves and they were demolished within a couple of decades. The Wesleyan Methodists built the first church in Laura in 1873 opposite the location of the current school. They replaced this structure with their grand stone church in the Main Street in 1888. It is still in use in the Main Street but it is now Redeemer Lutheran Church. The Lutherans purchased this building in the year 2000. The Lutherans also purchased the Primitive Methodist Church in Samuel Street in Laura which was built in 1876. They bought it in 1904, demolished it in 1908 and opened their Easter Lutheran Church on the site in 1909. The Baptist congregation in Laura was strong and they built their church in 1875 and it is still in use by the Baptists. The Catholics built an early church in 1877 with a nearby convent at the same time on land on the outskirts of Laura which was donated by a local farmer Mr Rollison. Both were demolished in 1929 to make way for the current fine Catholic Church. The Anglicans built a church in Laura in 1875 and because Herbert Bristow Hughes of Booyoolee and his family worshiped there he donated funds for the addition of the chancel. The chancel was added in 1883 to the design of Port Pirie architect William Mallyon.
The town had an important flour mill from 1874 which burnt down in 1878 and then was re-built immediately. The mill machinery was manufactured in the May Brothers foundry at Gawler. New machinery was added to the mill in 1893 and it was eventually taken over by the Laura Milling Company in 1915. Extensive improvements such as roller mills were installed and the mill for many years produced BEST Laura flour which was known across SA and in Broken Hill. To supplement revenue a chaff mill was also operated in conjunction the flourmill. The flourmill finally closed in the 1970s and much of it was destroyed in a 2015 arson attack. A butter factory also opened in Laura in 1891 and operated for some years as butter could by then be refrigerated and shipped to England but a lot of it was railed to the growing silver city of Broken Hill. The local area dairy cooperative was established in 1891 to ensure a reliable local milk supply for the factory. During the big droughts around 1900 milk production declined and the factory became a chaff factory. The old milk factory operated as a chaff mill until 1924. But milk processing in Laura did not cease entirely as in 1923 Laura became the home of Golden North. In that year the Laura Ice Company was formed, primarily to supply the local and the Broken Hill trade and the regional city of Port Pirie with ice, milk and ice cream. From 1938 milk was pasteurised at the factory. The brand name Golden North was adopted in 1948. In 1961 the head office was moved from Laura to Clare and the company was taken over by Farmers Union in 1972 which was in turn taken over by National Foods in 1991. Then in 2001 a group of local investors bought the business back from the large companies and they have since expanded production, including the famous Golden North honey ice cream. You can buy Golden North ice cream from the shops in the main street. The company was awarded a state heritage icon award in 2006 and it is a major employer in the town. The old Laura Brewery operated from 1873 until it was purchased by the South Australian Brewing Company in 1893. They promptly closed it down in 1894 as they centralised all their operations in Adelaide by buying and closing country breweries. During World War Two Laura was declared one of four major flax growing areas and it had a flax mill. Ninety two farmers cultivated flax near Laura and almost two thousand acres were sown to flax during the period of the War time shortages. The flax was stored in the old Showgrounds stone Pavilion to the east of the town before it was milled. The flax mill closed in 1947 after opening in 1942. Like many agricultural towns Laura has several blacksmiths and agricultural implement makers such as Silby and Craig, Adamson Brothers and the foundry of Thomas Forsaith which later became Keipert foundry. Laura was also one of the few towns that had its own newspaper the Laura Standard. The Laura Standard was founded in 1888 and their building still remains named in the Main Street. C.J. Dennis had his first verses published in the newspaper in 1895. The Laura Standard was taken over by the Jamestown newspaper in 1942 and disappeared as an independent publication. It became part of the Northern Review newspaper.
They said their pasteuriser broke down, but they had a batch of milk ready to go, so they made this special unpasteurised batch of ashy cheese. Very yum.
If beer is to go into bottles it has to be pasteurised. This machine instantly heats the beer and cools it again immediately and has no influence on the brew.
Don't you just love new technology?
#AbFav_DECEMBER
On Christmas market, lots of food, this one sold sweets, different tastes of the same lol.
Baisers de nègres (the last refers to the colour, brown, maroon) consist of:
.a biscuit , at its base, consisting of flour, sugar and fat;
.of marshmallow white above the biscuit, made from corn syrup, sugar, gelatine and flavours, whipped, aerated and pasteurised before being deposited on the biscuit;
.of chocolate , which covers everything, composed of a chocolate liquor mixed with cocoa butter.
It was something I spotted, that seller just peeping behind the angel-wings.
Some of them so often look bored!
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Laura.
The land around the small town of Laura was originally part of Booyoolee sheep station based in Gladstone which was leased by Herbert Bristow Hughes and Bristow Herbert Hughes from 1843. They soon had a run of 200 square miles and the partnership split with Herbert Hughes retaining Booyoolee and Bristow Hughes developing Bundaleer sheep run from 1846. After the passing of the credit selection land acts of 1869 and 1872 large areas of Booyoolee station were resumed by the government for closer settlement and the arrival of grain farmers rather than pastoralists. But a clerical error in the Lands Office meant the Hundred of Booyoolie was declared with that alternate spelling when surveying began and the Hundred was named in 1871. Herbert Bristow Hughes married Laura White of Wirrabara run and so the governor of SA named the new township Laura after Herbert Hughes’ wife. The first town lots were offered for sale in 1872 with the first school opening, the Wesleyan Church, the former Laura Hotel (now a shop shop) and the brewery all opening in 1873. Of these buildings the Laura Hotel was the first stone building erected in the town. It closed in 1998. Based beside the Rocky River in well-watered country the town grew rapidly. A local land owner Mr H Walter had a private town named North Laura gazetted but it was soon amalgamated back into the government town of Laura. However just to the north of North Laura the land was purchased from the original land owner by the state government in 1893 at considerable cost to create a number of Working Men’s Blocks as part of the Cotton government scheme to assist working men to live on small blocks of around 10 acres. This area just north of the town is still known as Laura Blocks and the properties are all around 10 to 20 acres. In the 1890s at a time of great depression the blocks allowed working men to lease the land cheaply from the government in order to grow vegetables, plant fruit trees, keep a cow and a pig, perhaps some bees and poultry to supplement their waged incomes. The land was eventually offered for sale to the blockers or to other settlers.
Like all agricultural areas the grain farmers wanted access to good transport. The first wheat crops were carted by bullock teams or horses and drays through Hughes Gap near Crystal Brook down to the port at Port Pirie. But this need was redundant once the train line was extended from Gladstone to Laura in 1884. A fine stone gable ended railway station was built in Laura shortly after 1884 but alas it has now been demolished and the rail tracks torn up. But Laura did not remain a rail terminus. The rail lines were extended to Booleroo Centre in 1910 and then on to Melrose and Wilmington in 1919. Some of the finest buildings in the town are the Old Court House (now the art gallery) which was built in 1877, the old post office first built around 1874 and the former Police Station in the Main Street built in in 1878 and closed in 1968. The old Institute was built in 1875 but later demolished to make way for an ugly Civic Centre in the 1968. In front of that Civic Centre is a bust of Clarence J. Dennis whilst there is a larger than life statue of him in the Main Street. C. J Dennis the famous poet and story writer was born in Auburn in 1876 but lived for most of his childhood and youth years in Laura before he eventually moved to Melbourne. In 1890 C.J. Dennis began work at the solicitor’s office in the Main Street as a junior law clerk. Dennis left Laura in 1898 when he fell out with his father the publican of one of the Laura Hotels. Between the Civic Centre and the old Courthouse is the fine Masonic Lodge which was built in 1908 but is now used by the local history society as an archive. The Masonic Lodge was formed in Laura in 1878. Other buildings of note are the classical style single room fronted Solicitors Offices in the Main Street near Bristow Street where C.J Dennis was employed and the former Bank of South Australia on the corner of White Street. The main chamber on the Main Street was built late in 1922 but walk down White Street and you can see the old bank with half rounded windows behind it. That part of the bank was built in 1878. It is opposite the former Laura hotel which is now the soap shop.
After erecting the first hotels and churches country towns looked to education facilities. In Laura a school opened in 1874 in a small church before the first state school was built in 1877. Additional classrooms were added to the 1877 building in 1883. More buildings have opened since the 1950s. In the 1870s churches were often built of pine and pug with thatched rooves and they were demolished within a couple of decades. The Wesleyan Methodists built the first church in Laura in 1873 opposite the location of the current school. They replaced this structure with their grand stone church in the Main Street in 1888. It is still in use in the Main Street but it is now Redeemer Lutheran Church. The Lutherans purchased this building in the year 2000. The Lutherans also purchased the Primitive Methodist Church in Samuel Street in Laura which was built in 1876. They bought it in 1904, demolished it in 1908 and opened their Easter Lutheran Church on the site in 1909. The Baptist congregation in Laura was strong and they built their church in 1875 and it is still in use by the Baptists. The Catholics built an early church in 1877 with a nearby convent at the same time on land on the outskirts of Laura which was donated by a local farmer Mr Rollison. Both were demolished in 1929 to make way for the current fine Catholic Church. The Anglicans built a church in Laura in 1875 and because Herbert Bristow Hughes of Booyoolee and his family worshiped there he donated funds for the addition of the chancel. The chancel was added in 1883 to the design of Port Pirie architect William Mallyon.
The town had an important flour mill from 1874 which burnt down in 1878 and then was re-built immediately. The mill machinery was manufactured in the May Brothers foundry at Gawler. New machinery was added to the mill in 1893 and it was eventually taken over by the Laura Milling Company in 1915. Extensive improvements such as roller mills were installed and the mill for many years produced BEST Laura flour which was known across SA and in Broken Hill. To supplement revenue a chaff mill was also operated in conjunction the flourmill. The flourmill finally closed in the 1970s and much of it was destroyed in a 2015 arson attack. A butter factory also opened in Laura in 1891 and operated for some years as butter could by then be refrigerated and shipped to England but a lot of it was railed to the growing silver city of Broken Hill. The local area dairy cooperative was established in 1891 to ensure a reliable local milk supply for the factory. During the big droughts around 1900 milk production declined and the factory became a chaff factory. The old milk factory operated as a chaff mill until 1924. But milk processing in Laura did not cease entirely as in 1923 Laura became the home of Golden North. In that year the Laura Ice Company was formed, primarily to supply the local and the Broken Hill trade and the regional city of Port Pirie with ice, milk and ice cream. From 1938 milk was pasteurised at the factory. The brand name Golden North was adopted in 1948. In 1961 the head office was moved from Laura to Clare and the company was taken over by Farmers Union in 1972 which was in turn taken over by National Foods in 1991. Then in 2001 a group of local investors bought the business back from the large companies and they have since expanded production, including the famous Golden North honey ice cream. You can buy Golden North ice cream from the shops in the main street. The company was awarded a state heritage icon award in 2006 and it is a major employer in the town. The old Laura Brewery operated from 1873 until it was purchased by the South Australian Brewing Company in 1893. They promptly closed it down in 1894 as they centralised all their operations in Adelaide by buying and closing country breweries. During World War Two Laura was declared one of four major flax growing areas and it had a flax mill. Ninety two farmers cultivated flax near Laura and almost two thousand acres were sown to flax during the period of the War time shortages. The flax was stored in the old Showgrounds stone Pavilion to the east of the town before it was milled. The flax mill closed in 1947 after opening in 1942. Like many agricultural towns Laura has several blacksmiths and agricultural implement makers such as Silby and Craig, Adamson Brothers and the foundry of Thomas Forsaith which later became Keipert foundry. Laura was also one of the few towns that had its own newspaper the Laura Standard. The Laura Standard was founded in 1888 and their building still remains named in the Main Street. C.J. Dennis had his first verses published in the newspaper in 1895. The Laura Standard was taken over by the Jamestown newspaper in 1942 and disappeared as an independent publication. It became part of the Northern Review newspaper.
Adnams brewery was founded in 1872 in Southwold, Suffolk, England, by George and Ernest Adnams. It produces cask ale and pasteurised bottled beers. Annual production is around 85,000 barrels.
In 2010, the company established the Copper House distillery for the production of gin, vodka and whisky.
The earliest recorded brewing on the Adnams site was in 1396 by Johanna de Corby.
The Adnams company logo was photographed on The Harbour Inn, beside the river in Southwold.
Laura.
The land around the small town of Laura was originally part of Booyoolee sheep station based in Gladstone which was leased by Herbert Bristow Hughes and Bristow Herbert Hughes from 1843. They soon had a run of 200 square miles and the partnership split with Herbert Hughes retaining Booyoolee and Bristow Hughes developing Bundaleer sheep run from 1846. After the passing of the credit selection land acts of 1869 and 1872 large areas of Booyoolee station were resumed by the government for closer settlement and the arrival of grain farmers rather than pastoralists. But a clerical error in the Lands Office in 1871 meant the Hundred of Booyoolie was declared rather than the Hundred of Booyoolee. Herbert Bristow Hughes married Laura White of Wirrabara run and so the governor of SA named the new township Laura after Herbert Hughes’ wife. The first town lots were offered for sale in 1872 with the first school, the Wesleyan Church, the former Laura Hotel (now a shop) and the brewery all opening in 1873. Of these buildings the Laura Hotel was the first stone building erected in the town. It closed in 1998. Based beside the Rocky River in well-watered country the town grew rapidly. A local land owner Mr H Walter had a private town named North Laura subdivided but it was soon amalgamated into the government town of Laura. However just to the north of North Laura the land was purchased from the original land owner by the state government in 1893 at considerable cost to create a number of Working Men’s Blocks as part of the Cotton government scheme to assist working men to live on small blocks of around 10 acres. This area just north of the town is still known as Laura Blocks and the properties are all around 10 to 20 acres. In the 1890s at a time of great depression the blocks allowed working men to lease the land cheaply from the government in order to grow vegetables, plant fruit trees, keep a cow and a pig, perhaps some bees and poultry to supplement their waged incomes. The land was eventually offered for sale to the blockers or to other settlers.
Like all agricultural areas the grain farmers wanted access to good transport. The first wheat crops were carted by bullock teams or horses and drays through Hughes Gap near Crystal Brook down to the port at Port Pirie. But this need was redundant once the train line was extended from Gladstone to Laura in 1884. A fine stone gable ended railway station was built in Laura shortly after 1884 but alas it has now been demolished and the rail tracks torn up. But Laura did not remain a rail terminus. The rail lines were extended to Booleroo Centre in 1910 and then on to Melrose and Wilmington in 1919. Some of the finest buildings in the town are the Old Court House (now the art gallery) which was built in 1877, the old post office first built around 1874 and the former Police Station in the Main Street built in in 1878 and closed in 1968. The old Institute was built in 1875 but later demolished to make way for an ugly Civic Centre in 1968. In front of that Civic Centre is a bust of Clarence J. Dennis whilst there is a larger than life statue of him in the Main Street. C. J Dennis the famous poet and story writer was born in Auburn in 1876 but lived for most of his childhood and youth years in Laura before he eventually moved to Melbourne. In 1890 C.J. Dennis began work at the solicitor’s office in the Main Street as a junior law clerk. Dennis left Laura in 1898 when he fell out with his father the publican of one of the Laura Hotels. Between the Civic Centre and the old Courthouse is the fine Masonic Lodge which was built in 1908 but is now used by the local history society as an archive. The Masonic Lodge was formed in Laura in 1878. Other buildings of note are the classical style single room fronted Solicitors Offices in the Main Street near Bristow Street where C.J Dennis was employed and the former Bank of South Australia on the corner of White Street. The main chamber on the Main Street was built late in 1922 but walk down White Street and you can see the old bank with half rounded windows behind it. That part of the bank was built in 1878. It is opposite the former Laura hotel which is now the soap shop.
After erecting the first hotels and churches country towns looked to education facilities. In Laura a school opened in 1874 in a small church before the first state school was built in 1877. Additional classrooms were added to the 1877 building in 1883. More buildings have opened since the 1950s. In the 1870s churches were often built of pine and pug with thatched rooves and they were demolished within a couple of decades. The Wesleyan Methodists built the first church in Laura in 1873 opposite the location of the current school. They replaced this structure with their grand stone church in the Main Street in 1888. It is still in use in the Main Street but it is now Redeemer Lutheran Church. The Lutherans purchased this building in the year 2000. The Lutherans also purchased the Primitive Methodist Church in Samuel Street in Laura which was built in 1876. They bought it in 1904, demolished it in 1908 and opened their Easter Lutheran Church on the site in 1909. The Baptist congregation in Laura was strong and they built their church in 1875 and it is still in use by the Baptists. The Catholics built an early church in 1877 with a nearby convent at the same time on land on the outskirts of Laura which was donated by a local farmer Mr Rollison. Both were demolished in 1929 to make way for the current fine Catholic Church. The Anglicans built a church in Laura in 1875 and because Herbert Bristow Hughes of Booyoolee and his family worshiped there he donated funds for the addition of the chancel. The chancel was built in 1883 to the design of Adelaide architect Daniel Garlick.
The town had an important flour mill from 1874 which burnt down in 1878 and was then immediately re-built. The mill machinery was manufactured in the May Brothers foundry at Gawler. New machinery was added to the mill in 1893 and it was eventually taken over by the Laura Milling Company in 1915. Extensive improvements such as roller mills were installed and the mill for many years produced and marketed the BEST Laura flour which was known across SA and in Broken Hill. To supplement revenue a chaff mill was also operated in conjunction with the flourmill. The flourmill finally closed in the 1970s and much of it was destroyed in a 2015 arson attack. A butter factory also opened in Laura in 1891 and operated for some years as butter could by then be refrigerated and shipped to England but a lot of it was railed to the growing silver city of Broken Hill. The local area dairy cooperative was established in 1891 to ensure a reliable local milk supply for the factory. During the big droughts around 1900 milk production declined and the factory became a chaff factory. The old milk factory operated as a chaff mill until 1924. But milk processing in Laura did not cease entirely as in 1923 Laura became the home of Golden North. In that year the Laura Ice Company was formed, primarily to supply the local and the Broken Hill trade and the regional city of Port Pirie with ice, milk and ice cream. From 1938 milk was pasteurised at the factory. The brand name Golden North was adopted in 1948. In 1961 the head office was moved from Laura to Clare and the company was taken over by Farmers Union in 1972 which was in turn taken over by National Foods in 1991. Then in 2001 a group of local investors bought the business back from the large companies and they have since expanded production, including the famous Golden North honey ice cream. You can buy Golden North ice cream from the shops in the main street. The company was awarded a state heritage icon award in 2006 and it is a major employer in the town. The old Laura Brewery operated from 1873 until it was purchased by the South Australian Brewing Company in 1893. They promptly closed it down in 1894 as they centralised all their operations in Adelaide by buying and closing country breweries. During World War Two Laura was declared one of four major flax growing areas and it had a flax mill. Ninety two farmers cultivated flax near Laura and almost two thousand acres were sown to flax during the period of the War time shortages. The flax was stored in the old Showgrounds stone Pavilion to the east of the town before it was milled. The flax mill closed in 1947 after opening in 1942. Like many agricultural towns Laura has several blacksmiths and agricultural implement makers such as Silby and Craig, Adamson Brothers and the foundry of Thomas Forsaith which later became Keipert foundry. Laura was also one of the few towns that had its own newspaper the Laura Standard. The Laura Standard was founded in 1888 and their building still remains named in the Main Street. C.J. Dennis had his first verses published in the newspaper in 1895. The Laura Standard was taken over by the Jamestown newspaper in 1942 and disappeared as an independent publication. It became part of the Northern Review newspaper.
Laura.
The land around the small town of Laura was originally part of Booyoolee sheep station based in Gladstone which was leased by Herbert Bristow Hughes and Bristow Herbert Hughes from 1843. They soon had a run of 200 square miles and the partnership split with Herbert Hughes retaining Booyoolee and Bristow Hughes developing Bundaleer sheep run from 1846. After the passing of the credit selection land acts of 1869 and 1872 large areas of Booyoolee station were resumed by the government for closer settlement and the arrival of grain farmers rather than pastoralists. But a clerical error in the Lands Office in 1871 meant the Hundred of Booyoolie was declared rather than the Hundred of Booyoolee. Herbert Bristow Hughes married Laura White of Wirrabara run and so the governor of SA named the new township Laura after Herbert Hughes’ wife. The first town lots were offered for sale in 1872 with the first school, the Wesleyan Church, the former Laura Hotel (now a shop) and the brewery all opening in 1873. Of these buildings the Laura Hotel was the first stone building erected in the town. It closed in 1998. Based beside the Rocky River in well-watered country the town grew rapidly. A local land owner Mr H Walter had a private town named North Laura subdivided but it was soon amalgamated into the government town of Laura. However just to the north of North Laura the land was purchased from the original land owner by the state government in 1893 at considerable cost to create a number of Working Men’s Blocks as part of the Cotton government scheme to assist working men to live on small blocks of around 10 acres. This area just north of the town is still known as Laura Blocks and the properties are all around 10 to 20 acres. In the 1890s at a time of great depression the blocks allowed working men to lease the land cheaply from the government in order to grow vegetables, plant fruit trees, keep a cow and a pig, perhaps some bees and poultry to supplement their waged incomes. The land was eventually offered for sale to the blockers or to other settlers.
Like all agricultural areas the grain farmers wanted access to good transport. The first wheat crops were carted by bullock teams or horses and drays through Hughes Gap near Crystal Brook down to the port at Port Pirie. But this need was redundant once the train line was extended from Gladstone to Laura in 1884. A fine stone gable ended railway station was built in Laura shortly after 1884 but alas it has now been demolished and the rail tracks torn up. But Laura did not remain a rail terminus. The rail lines were extended to Booleroo Centre in 1910 and then on to Melrose and Wilmington in 1919. Some of the finest buildings in the town are the Old Court House (now the art gallery) which was built in 1877, the old post office first built around 1874 and the former Police Station in the Main Street built in in 1878 and closed in 1968. The old Institute was built in 1875 but later demolished to make way for an ugly Civic Centre in 1968. In front of that Civic Centre is a bust of Clarence J. Dennis whilst there is a larger than life statue of him in the Main Street. C. J Dennis the famous poet and story writer was born in Auburn in 1876 but lived for most of his childhood and youth years in Laura before he eventually moved to Melbourne. In 1890 C.J. Dennis began work at the solicitor’s office in the Main Street as a junior law clerk. Dennis left Laura in 1898 when he fell out with his father the publican of one of the Laura Hotels. Between the Civic Centre and the old Courthouse is the fine Masonic Lodge which was built in 1908 but is now used by the local history society as an archive. The Masonic Lodge was formed in Laura in 1878. Other buildings of note are the classical style single room fronted Solicitors Offices in the Main Street near Bristow Street where C.J Dennis was employed and the former Bank of South Australia on the corner of White Street. The main chamber on the Main Street was built late in 1922 but walk down White Street and you can see the old bank with half rounded windows behind it. That part of the bank was built in 1878. It is opposite the former Laura hotel which is now the soap shop.
After erecting the first hotels and churches country towns looked to education facilities. In Laura a school opened in 1874 in a small church before the first state school was built in 1877. Additional classrooms were added to the 1877 building in 1883. More buildings have opened since the 1950s. In the 1870s churches were often built of pine and pug with thatched rooves and they were demolished within a couple of decades. The Wesleyan Methodists built the first church in Laura in 1873 opposite the location of the current school. They replaced this structure with their grand stone church in the Main Street in 1888. It is still in use in the Main Street but it is now Redeemer Lutheran Church. The Lutherans purchased this building in the year 2000. The Lutherans also purchased the Primitive Methodist Church in Samuel Street in Laura which was built in 1876. They bought it in 1904, demolished it in 1908 and opened their Easter Lutheran Church on the site in 1909. The Baptist congregation in Laura was strong and they built their church in 1875 and it is still in use by the Baptists. The Catholics built an early church in 1877 with a nearby convent at the same time on land on the outskirts of Laura which was donated by a local farmer Mr Rollison. Both were demolished in 1929 to make way for the current fine Catholic Church. The Anglicans built a church in Laura in 1875 and because Herbert Bristow Hughes of Booyoolee and his family worshiped there he donated funds for the addition of the chancel. The chancel was built in 1883 to the design of Adelaide architect Daniel Garlick.
The town had an important flour mill from 1874 which burnt down in 1878 and was then immediately re-built. The mill machinery was manufactured in the May Brothers foundry at Gawler. New machinery was added to the mill in 1893 and it was eventually taken over by the Laura Milling Company in 1915. Extensive improvements such as roller mills were installed and the mill for many years produced and marketed the BEST Laura flour which was known across SA and in Broken Hill. To supplement revenue a chaff mill was also operated in conjunction with the flourmill. The flourmill finally closed in the 1970s and much of it was destroyed in a 2015 arson attack. A butter factory also opened in Laura in 1891 and operated for some years as butter could by then be refrigerated and shipped to England but a lot of it was railed to the growing silver city of Broken Hill. The local area dairy cooperative was established in 1891 to ensure a reliable local milk supply for the factory. During the big droughts around 1900 milk production declined and the factory became a chaff factory. The old milk factory operated as a chaff mill until 1924. But milk processing in Laura did not cease entirely as in 1923 Laura became the home of Golden North. In that year the Laura Ice Company was formed, primarily to supply the local and the Broken Hill trade and the regional city of Port Pirie with ice, milk and ice cream. From 1938 milk was pasteurised at the factory. The brand name Golden North was adopted in 1948. In 1961 the head office was moved from Laura to Clare and the company was taken over by Farmers Union in 1972 which was in turn taken over by National Foods in 1991. Then in 2001 a group of local investors bought the business back from the large companies and they have since expanded production, including the famous Golden North honey ice cream. You can buy Golden North ice cream from the shops in the main street. The company was awarded a state heritage icon award in 2006 and it is a major employer in the town. The old Laura Brewery operated from 1873 until it was purchased by the South Australian Brewing Company in 1893. They promptly closed it down in 1894 as they centralised all their operations in Adelaide by buying and closing country breweries. During World War Two Laura was declared one of four major flax growing areas and it had a flax mill. Ninety two farmers cultivated flax near Laura and almost two thousand acres were sown to flax during the period of the War time shortages. The flax was stored in the old Showgrounds stone Pavilion to the east of the town before it was milled. The flax mill closed in 1947 after opening in 1942. Like many agricultural towns Laura has several blacksmiths and agricultural implement makers such as Silby and Craig, Adamson Brothers and the foundry of Thomas Forsaith which later became Keipert foundry. Laura was also one of the few towns that had its own newspaper the Laura Standard. The Laura Standard was founded in 1888 and their building still remains named in the Main Street. C.J. Dennis had his first verses published in the newspaper in 1895. The Laura Standard was taken over by the Jamestown newspaper in 1942 and disappeared as an independent publication. It became part of the Northern Review newspaper.
Ballybannan apple pressing day 141023 - promoted on Facebook via Dolmens Climate Action Group and open for everyone in the community. Great day for bringing people together. A focus on thinking about food waste and where food comes from and great fun producing apple juice.
a posed picture taken early in the day
We think that over the course of the day we pressed about 1000kg of apples. Apples kept arriving over the course of the day and people left with apple juice for drinking or freezing or for cider making. We had a pasteuriser in action but its capacity was such that only a small proportion of the juice for drinking was pasteurised.
2 of my brothers, Dara and Manus are included in the picture
this photo was used in a newspaper article in Irish News - I didnt actually get a "photo by Conall McCaughey" type credit but i'm adding to my 15 minutes of fame album anyway!
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Yankalilla.
The Bungala River valley was one of the first areas of South Australia surveyed by Surveyor General Colonel William Light after the area immediately surrounding the city of Adelaide. In fact on 18 May 1838, just over a year after the sale of Adelaide town lots, Light declared that 150,000 acres of land was ready for settlement, or almost so. They were: 69,000 acres around Adelaide; 27,000 acres at Rapid Bay; 5,400 acres at Yankalilla; 20,000 acres on Kangaroo Island; and 28,000 acres in the Onkaparinga Valley. The actual surveying of Yankalilla must have occurred a bit later around 1840 as settlement of Yankalilla did not being until 1842 with the arrival of Henry Kemmis, Septimane Herbert and George Worthington who all took up land and built houses. The farmers planted wheat and barley in the land they had cleared and by 1844 there were over 50 acres in wheat and several acres in potatoes. All three families built properties on the northern side of Bungala Creek. Worthington built near what was to become the Anglican Church and Kemmis built Manna Farm near the junction of the road to Victor Harbor and Hebert’s Bungala House became the first house south of Willunga.
The establishment of local government occurred in 1854 with the first council meeting taking place in the Normanville Hotel. The council chambers were soon erected in Yankalilla. By the late 1860s Yankalilla and Normanville had three flourmills, five stores, two breweries, four blacksmiths, three hotels and five churches! The breweries had to be local in those days as beer did not keep and could not be easily transported. It was the work of Louis Pasteur that led to beer being pasteurised. Once this happened the small town breweries all closed and beer production was centralised in Adelaide. In the early years of the 1850s and 1860s Yankalilla was one of the biggest and most important towns in the state apart from the mining centres of Kapunda, Burra, Kadina and Moonta.
Historically Yankalilla has several worthy buildings. One is the old school house at 48 Main Street which was built by the government in 1859. Several people operated this as a private school. The most famous of these was Sister Mary McKillop and the Sisters of St Joseph in 1867 who operated this as their first country school outside of Adelaide. It was conducted for 40 Catholic children. There were many Catholic families in the district as in the 1855 Yankalilla had a government “work depot” where recently arrived immigrant Irish girls could seek employment as domestic servants. Although there was never a Catholic Church in Yankalilla a Catholic Church had opened in Normanville in 1857. The Wissanger School near the current Yankalilla Area School was built 1859 as the first Yankalilla town school. The land for it was donated by Septimane Herbert and the bricks were donated by Robert Norman of Normanville. There are several important churches in Yankalilla. The first is the former Wesleyan Methodist Church which was built in 1879 which is now the Uniting Church. But before this existed the Wesleyan Methodists built a church at Normanville in 1854. It still exists as the RSL Club rooms and behind it is a pioneer cemetery which contains the grave of Nelson Leak who built the church in 1854. It contains a number of headstones from the 1850s all in beautifully inscribed Willunga slate prepared by monumental masons from Willunga such a George Sara the owner of the Bangor slate quarry. The church closed in 1949 as the Normanville Methodist Church and was sold to the Returned Services League in 1952. The other significant building is Christ Church Anglican Church which was opened by Bishop Short in 1857. In recent years it has become the shrine of “Our Lady of Yankalilla” based on markings on the wall which resemble the Virgin Mary cradling a crucified Christ. The local rector reported the “image” in 1994 and it has been a shrine for pilgrims since 1996. Next to the church is the Anglican rectory and cemetery which has graves dating from 1854.
Laura. The land around the small town of Laura was originally part of Booyoolee sheep station based in Gladstone which was leased by Herbert Bristow Hughes and Bristow Herbert Hughes from 1843. They soon had a run of 200 square miles and the partnership split with Herbert Hughes retaining Booyoolee and Bristow Hughes developing Bundaleer sheep run from 1846. After the passing of the credit selection land acts of 1869 and 1872 large areas of Booyoolee station were resumed by the government for closer settlement and the arrival of grain farmers rather than pastoralists. But a clerical error in the Lands Office meant the Hundred of Booyoolie was declared with that alternate spelling when surveying began and the Hundred was named in 1871. Herbert Bristow Hughes married Laura White of Wirrabara run and so the governor of SA named the new township Laura after Herbert Hughes’ wife. The first town lots were offered for sale in 1872 with the first school opening, the Wesleyan Church, the former Laura Hotel (now a shop shop) and the brewery all opening in 1873. Of these buildings the Laura Hotel was the first stone building erected in the town. It closed in 1998. Based beside the Rocky River in well-watered country the town grew rapidly. A local land owner Mr H Walter had a private town named North Laura gazetted but it was soon amalgamated back into the government town of Laura. However just to the north of North Laura the land was purchased from the original land owner by the state government in 1893 at considerable cost to create a number of Working Men’s Blocks as part of the Cotton government scheme to assist working men to live on small blocks of around 10 acres. This area just north of the town is still known as Laura Blocks and the properties are all around 10 to 20 acres. In the 1890s at a time of great depression the blocks allowed working men to lease the land cheaply from the government in order to grow vegetables, plant fruit trees, keep a cow and a pig, perhaps some bees and poultry to supplement their waged incomes. The land was eventually offered for sale to the blockers or to other settlers. Like all agricultural areas the grain farmers wanted access to good transport. The first wheat crops were carted by bullock teams or horses and drays through Hughes Gap near Crystal Brook down to the port at Port Pirie. But this need was redundant once the train line was extended from Gladstone to Laura in 1884. A fine stone gable ended railway station was built in Laura shortly after 1884 but alas it has now been demolished and the rail tracks torn up. Some of the finest buildings in the town are the Old Court House (now the art gallery) which was built in 1877, the old post office first built around 1874 and the former Police Station in the Main Street built in in 1878 and closed in 1968. The old Institute was built in 1875 but later demolished to make way for an ugly Civic Centre in the 1968. In front of that Civic Centre is a bust of Clarence J. Dennis whilst there is a larger than life statue of him in the Main Street. C. J Dennis the famous poet and story writer was born in Auburn in 1876 but lived for some years in Laura before he eventually moved to Melbourne. In 1890 C.J. Dennis began work at the solicitor’s office in the Main Street as a junior law clerk. Dennis left Laura in 1898 when he fell out with his father the publican of one of the Laura Hotels. Between the Civic Centre and the old Courthouse is the fine Masonic Lodge which was built in 1908 but is now used by the local history society as an archive. Other buildings of note are the classical style single room fronted Solicitors Offices in the Main Street near Bristow Street where C.J Dennis was employed and the former Bank of South Australia on the corner of White Street. The main chamber on the Main Street was built late in 1922 but walk down White Street and you can see the old bank with half rounded windows behind it. That part of the bank was built in 1878. It is opposite the former Laura hotel which is now the soap shop. The town had an important flour mill from 1874 which burnt down in 1878 and then was re-built immediately. The mill machinery was manufactured in the May Brothers foundry at Gawler. New machinery was added to the mill in 1893 and it was eventually taken over by the Laura Milling Company in 1915. Extensive improvements such as roller mills were installed and the mill for many years produced BEST Laura flour which was known across SA and in Broken Hill. To supplement revenue a chaff mill was also operated in conjunction the flourmill. The flourmill finally closed in the 1970s and much of it was destroyed in a 2015 arson attack. A butter factory also opened in Laura in 1891 and operated for some years as butter could by then be refrigerated and shipped to England but a lot of it was railed to the growing silver city of Broken Hill. The local area dairy cooperative was established in 1891 to ensure a reliable local milk supply for the factory. During the big droughts around 1900 milk production declined and the factory became a chaff factory. The old milk factory operated as a chaff mill until 1924. But milk processing in Laura did not cease entirely as in 1923 Laura became the home of Golden North. In that year the Laura Ice Company was formed, primarily to supply the local and the Broken Hill trade and the regional city of Port Pirie with ice, milk and ice cream. From 1938 milk was pasteurised at the factory. The brand name Golden North was adopted in 1948. In 1961 the head office was moved from Laura to Clare and the company was taken over by Farmers Union in 1972 which was in turn taken over by National Foods in 1991. Then in 2001 a group of local investors bought the business back from the large companies and they have since expanded production, including the famous Golden North honey ice cream. You can buy Golden North ice cream from the shops in the main street. The company was awarded a state heritage icon award in 2006 and it is a major employer in the town. The old Laura Brewery operated from 1873 until it was purchased by the South Australian Brewing Company in 1893. They promptly closed it down in 1894 as they centralised all their operations in Adelaide by buying and closing country breweries. During World War Two Laura was declared one of four major flax growing areas and it had a flax mill. Ninety two farmers cultivated flax near Laura and almost two thousand acres were sown to flax during the period of the War time shortages. The flax was stored in the old Showgrounds stone Pavilion to the east of the town before it was milled. The flax mill closed in 1947 after opening in 1942. Like many agricultural towns Laura has several blacksmiths and agricultural implement makers such as Silby and Craig, Adamson Brothers and the foundry of Thomas Forsaith which later became Keipert foundry. Laura was also one of the few towns that had its own newspaper the Laura Standard. The Laura Standard was founded in 1888 and their building still remains named in the Main Street. C.J. Dennis had his first verses published in the newspaper in 1895. The Laura Standard was taken over by the Jamestown newspaper in 1942 and disappeared as an independent publication. It became part of the Northern Review newspaper. Add a description
Laura.
The land around the small town of Laura was originally part of Booyoolee sheep station based in Gladstone which was leased by Herbert Bristow Hughes and Bristow Herbert Hughes from 1843. They soon had a run of 200 square miles and the partnership split with Herbert Hughes retaining Booyoolee and Bristow Hughes developing Bundaleer sheep run from 1846. After the passing of the credit selection land acts of 1869 and 1872 large areas of Booyoolee station were resumed by the government for closer settlement and the arrival of grain farmers rather than pastoralists. But a clerical error in the Lands Office meant the Hundred of Booyoolie was declared with that alternate spelling when surveying began and the Hundred was named in 1871. Herbert Bristow Hughes married Laura White of Wirrabara run and so the governor of SA named the new township Laura after Herbert Hughes’ wife. The first town lots were offered for sale in 1872 with the first school opening, the Wesleyan Church, the former Laura Hotel (now a shop shop) and the brewery all opening in 1873. Of these buildings the Laura Hotel was the first stone building erected in the town. It closed in 1998. Based beside the Rocky River in well-watered country the town grew rapidly. A local land owner Mr H Walter had a private town named North Laura gazetted but it was soon amalgamated back into the government town of Laura. However just to the north of North Laura the land was purchased from the original land owner by the state government in 1893 at considerable cost to create a number of Working Men’s Blocks as part of the Cotton government scheme to assist working men to live on small blocks of around 10 acres. This area just north of the town is still known as Laura Blocks and the properties are all around 10 to 20 acres. In the 1890s at a time of great depression the blocks allowed working men to lease the land cheaply from the government in order to grow vegetables, plant fruit trees, keep a cow and a pig, perhaps some bees and poultry to supplement their waged incomes. The land was eventually offered for sale to the blockers or to other settlers.
Like all agricultural areas the grain farmers wanted access to good transport. The first wheat crops were carted by bullock teams or horses and drays through Hughes Gap near Crystal Brook down to the port at Port Pirie. But this need was redundant once the train line was extended from Gladstone to Laura in 1884. A fine stone gable ended railway station was built in Laura shortly after 1884 but alas it has now been demolished and the rail tracks torn up. But Laura did not remain a rail terminus. The rail lines were extended to Booleroo Centre in 1910 and then on to Melrose and Wilmington in 1919. Some of the finest buildings in the town are the Old Court House (now the art gallery) which was built in 1877, the old post office first built around 1874 and the former Police Station in the Main Street built in in 1878 and closed in 1968. The old Institute was built in 1875 but later demolished to make way for an ugly Civic Centre in the 1968. In front of that Civic Centre is a bust of Clarence J. Dennis whilst there is a larger than life statue of him in the Main Street. C. J Dennis the famous poet and story writer was born in Auburn in 1876 but lived for most of his childhood and youth years in Laura before he eventually moved to Melbourne. In 1890 C.J. Dennis began work at the solicitor’s office in the Main Street as a junior law clerk. Dennis left Laura in 1898 when he fell out with his father the publican of one of the Laura Hotels. Between the Civic Centre and the old Courthouse is the fine Masonic Lodge which was built in 1908 but is now used by the local history society as an archive. The Masonic Lodge was formed in Laura in 1878. Other buildings of note are the classical style single room fronted Solicitors Offices in the Main Street near Bristow Street where C.J Dennis was employed and the former Bank of South Australia on the corner of White Street. The main chamber on the Main Street was built late in 1922 but walk down White Street and you can see the old bank with half rounded windows behind it. That part of the bank was built in 1878. It is opposite the former Laura hotel which is now the soap shop.
After erecting the first hotels and churches country towns looked to education facilities. In Laura a school opened in 1874 in a small church before the first state school was built in 1877. Additional classrooms were added to the 1877 building in 1883. More buildings have opened since the 1950s. In the 1870s churches were often built of pine and pug with thatched rooves and they were demolished within a couple of decades. The Wesleyan Methodists built the first church in Laura in 1873 opposite the location of the current school. They replaced this structure with their grand stone church in the Main Street in 1888. It is still in use in the Main Street but it is now Redeemer Lutheran Church. The Lutherans purchased this building in the year 2000. The Lutherans also purchased the Primitive Methodist Church in Samuel Street in Laura which was built in 1876. They bought it in 1904, demolished it in 1908 and opened their Easter Lutheran Church on the site in 1909. The Baptist congregation in Laura was strong and they built their church in 1875 and it is still in use by the Baptists. The Catholics built an early church in 1877 with a nearby convent at the same time on land on the outskirts of Laura which was donated by a local farmer Mr Rollison. Both were demolished in 1929 to make way for the current fine Catholic Church. The Anglicans built a church in Laura in 1875 and because Herbert Bristow Hughes of Booyoolee and his family worshiped there he donated funds for the addition of the chancel. The chancel was added in 1883 to the design of Port Pirie architect William Mallyon.
The town had an important flour mill from 1874 which burnt down in 1878 and then was re-built immediately. The mill machinery was manufactured in the May Brothers foundry at Gawler. New machinery was added to the mill in 1893 and it was eventually taken over by the Laura Milling Company in 1915. Extensive improvements such as roller mills were installed and the mill for many years produced BEST Laura flour which was known across SA and in Broken Hill. To supplement revenue a chaff mill was also operated in conjunction the flourmill. The flourmill finally closed in the 1970s and much of it was destroyed in a 2015 arson attack. A butter factory also opened in Laura in 1891 and operated for some years as butter could by then be refrigerated and shipped to England but a lot of it was railed to the growing silver city of Broken Hill. The local area dairy cooperative was established in 1891 to ensure a reliable local milk supply for the factory. During the big droughts around 1900 milk production declined and the factory became a chaff factory. The old milk factory operated as a chaff mill until 1924. But milk processing in Laura did not cease entirely as in 1923 Laura became the home of Golden North. In that year the Laura Ice Company was formed, primarily to supply the local and the Broken Hill trade and the regional city of Port Pirie with ice, milk and ice cream. From 1938 milk was pasteurised at the factory. The brand name Golden North was adopted in 1948. In 1961 the head office was moved from Laura to Clare and the company was taken over by Farmers Union in 1972 which was in turn taken over by National Foods in 1991. Then in 2001 a group of local investors bought the business back from the large companies and they have since expanded production, including the famous Golden North honey ice cream. You can buy Golden North ice cream from the shops in the main street. The company was awarded a state heritage icon award in 2006 and it is a major employer in the town. The old Laura Brewery operated from 1873 until it was purchased by the South Australian Brewing Company in 1893. They promptly closed it down in 1894 as they centralised all their operations in Adelaide by buying and closing country breweries. During World War Two Laura was declared one of four major flax growing areas and it had a flax mill. Ninety two farmers cultivated flax near Laura and almost two thousand acres were sown to flax during the period of the War time shortages. The flax was stored in the old Showgrounds stone Pavilion to the east of the town before it was milled. The flax mill closed in 1947 after opening in 1942. Like many agricultural towns Laura has several blacksmiths and agricultural implement makers such as Silby and Craig, Adamson Brothers and the foundry of Thomas Forsaith which later became Keipert foundry. Laura was also one of the few towns that had its own newspaper the Laura Standard. The Laura Standard was founded in 1888 and their building still remains named in the Main Street. C.J. Dennis had his first verses published in the newspaper in 1895. The Laura Standard was taken over by the Jamestown newspaper in 1942 and disappeared as an independent publication. It became part of the Northern Review newspaper.
Laura.
The land around the small town of Laura was originally part of Booyoolee sheep station based in Gladstone which was leased by Herbert Bristow Hughes and Bristow Herbert Hughes from 1843. They soon had a run of 200 square miles and the partnership split with Herbert Hughes retaining Booyoolee and Bristow Hughes developing Bundaleer sheep run from 1846. After the passing of the credit selection land acts of 1869 and 1872 large areas of Booyoolee station were resumed by the government for closer settlement and the arrival of grain farmers rather than pastoralists. But a clerical error in the Lands Office meant the Hundred of Booyoolie was declared with that alternate spelling when surveying began and the Hundred was named in 1871. Herbert Bristow Hughes married Laura White of Wirrabara run and so the governor of SA named the new township Laura after Herbert Hughes’ wife. The first town lots were offered for sale in 1872 with the first school opening, the Wesleyan Church, the former Laura Hotel (now a shop shop) and the brewery all opening in 1873. Of these buildings the Laura Hotel was the first stone building erected in the town. It closed in 1998. Based beside the Rocky River in well-watered country the town grew rapidly. A local land owner Mr H Walter had a private town named North Laura gazetted but it was soon amalgamated back into the government town of Laura. However just to the north of North Laura the land was purchased from the original land owner by the state government in 1893 at considerable cost to create a number of Working Men’s Blocks as part of the Cotton government scheme to assist working men to live on small blocks of around 10 acres. This area just north of the town is still known as Laura Blocks and the properties are all around 10 to 20 acres. In the 1890s at a time of great depression the blocks allowed working men to lease the land cheaply from the government in order to grow vegetables, plant fruit trees, keep a cow and a pig, perhaps some bees and poultry to supplement their waged incomes. The land was eventually offered for sale to the blockers or to other settlers.
Like all agricultural areas the grain farmers wanted access to good transport. The first wheat crops were carted by bullock teams or horses and drays through Hughes Gap near Crystal Brook down to the port at Port Pirie. But this need was redundant once the train line was extended from Gladstone to Laura in 1884. A fine stone gable ended railway station was built in Laura shortly after 1884 but alas it has now been demolished and the rail tracks torn up. But Laura did not remain a rail terminus. The rail lines were extended to Booleroo Centre in 1910 and then on to Melrose and Wilmington in 1919. Some of the finest buildings in the town are the Old Court House (now the art gallery) which was built in 1877, the old post office first built around 1874 and the former Police Station in the Main Street built in in 1878 and closed in 1968. The old Institute was built in 1875 but later demolished to make way for an ugly Civic Centre in the 1968. In front of that Civic Centre is a bust of Clarence J. Dennis whilst there is a larger than life statue of him in the Main Street. C. J Dennis the famous poet and story writer was born in Auburn in 1876 but lived for most of his childhood and youth years in Laura before he eventually moved to Melbourne. In 1890 C.J. Dennis began work at the solicitor’s office in the Main Street as a junior law clerk. Dennis left Laura in 1898 when he fell out with his father the publican of one of the Laura Hotels. Between the Civic Centre and the old Courthouse is the fine Masonic Lodge which was built in 1908 but is now used by the local history society as an archive. The Masonic Lodge was formed in Laura in 1878. Other buildings of note are the classical style single room fronted Solicitors Offices in the Main Street near Bristow Street where C.J Dennis was employed and the former Bank of South Australia on the corner of White Street. The main chamber on the Main Street was built late in 1922 but walk down White Street and you can see the old bank with half rounded windows behind it. That part of the bank was built in 1878. It is opposite the former Laura hotel which is now the soap shop.
After erecting the first hotels and churches country towns looked to education facilities. In Laura a school opened in 1874 in a small church before the first state school was built in 1877. Additional classrooms were added to the 1877 building in 1883. More buildings have opened since the 1950s. In the 1870s churches were often built of pine and pug with thatched rooves and they were demolished within a couple of decades. The Wesleyan Methodists built the first church in Laura in 1873 opposite the location of the current school. They replaced this structure with their grand stone church in the Main Street in 1888. It is still in use in the Main Street but it is now Redeemer Lutheran Church. The Lutherans purchased this building in the year 2000. The Lutherans also purchased the Primitive Methodist Church in Samuel Street in Laura which was built in 1876. They bought it in 1904, demolished it in 1908 and opened their Easter Lutheran Church on the site in 1909. The Baptist congregation in Laura was strong and they built their church in 1875 and it is still in use by the Baptists. The Catholics built an early church in 1877 with a nearby convent at the same time on land on the outskirts of Laura which was donated by a local farmer Mr Rollison. Both were demolished in 1929 to make way for the current fine Catholic Church. The Anglicans built a church in Laura in 1875 and because Herbert Bristow Hughes of Booyoolee and his family worshiped there he donated funds for the addition of the chancel. The chancel was added in 1883 to the design of Port Pirie architect William Mallyon.
The town had an important flour mill from 1874 which burnt down in 1878 and then was re-built immediately. The mill machinery was manufactured in the May Brothers foundry at Gawler. New machinery was added to the mill in 1893 and it was eventually taken over by the Laura Milling Company in 1915. Extensive improvements such as roller mills were installed and the mill for many years produced BEST Laura flour which was known across SA and in Broken Hill. To supplement revenue a chaff mill was also operated in conjunction the flourmill. The flourmill finally closed in the 1970s and much of it was destroyed in a 2015 arson attack. A butter factory also opened in Laura in 1891 and operated for some years as butter could by then be refrigerated and shipped to England but a lot of it was railed to the growing silver city of Broken Hill. The local area dairy cooperative was established in 1891 to ensure a reliable local milk supply for the factory. During the big droughts around 1900 milk production declined and the factory became a chaff factory. The old milk factory operated as a chaff mill until 1924. But milk processing in Laura did not cease entirely as in 1923 Laura became the home of Golden North. In that year the Laura Ice Company was formed, primarily to supply the local and the Broken Hill trade and the regional city of Port Pirie with ice, milk and ice cream. From 1938 milk was pasteurised at the factory. The brand name Golden North was adopted in 1948. In 1961 the head office was moved from Laura to Clare and the company was taken over by Farmers Union in 1972 which was in turn taken over by National Foods in 1991. Then in 2001 a group of local investors bought the business back from the large companies and they have since expanded production, including the famous Golden North honey ice cream. You can buy Golden North ice cream from the shops in the main street. The company was awarded a state heritage icon award in 2006 and it is a major employer in the town. The old Laura Brewery operated from 1873 until it was purchased by the South Australian Brewing Company in 1893. They promptly closed it down in 1894 as they centralised all their operations in Adelaide by buying and closing country breweries. During World War Two Laura was declared one of four major flax growing areas and it had a flax mill. Ninety two farmers cultivated flax near Laura and almost two thousand acres were sown to flax during the period of the War time shortages. The flax was stored in the old Showgrounds stone Pavilion to the east of the town before it was milled. The flax mill closed in 1947 after opening in 1942. Like many agricultural towns Laura has several blacksmiths and agricultural implement makers such as Silby and Craig, Adamson Brothers and the foundry of Thomas Forsaith which later became Keipert foundry. Laura was also one of the few towns that had its own newspaper the Laura Standard. The Laura Standard was founded in 1888 and their building still remains named in the Main Street. C.J. Dennis had his first verses published in the newspaper in 1895. The Laura Standard was taken over by the Jamestown newspaper in 1942 and disappeared as an independent publication. It became part of the Northern Review newspaper.
Laura.
The land around the small town of Laura was originally part of Booyoolee sheep station based in Gladstone which was leased by Herbert Bristow Hughes and Bristow Herbert Hughes from 1843. They soon had a run of 200 square miles and the partnership split with Herbert Hughes retaining Booyoolee and Bristow Hughes developing Bundaleer sheep run from 1846. After the passing of the credit selection land acts of 1869 and 1872 large areas of Booyoolee station were resumed by the government for closer settlement and the arrival of grain farmers rather than pastoralists. But a clerical error in the Lands Office meant the Hundred of Booyoolie was declared with that alternate spelling when surveying began and the Hundred was named in 1871. Herbert Bristow Hughes married Laura White of Wirrabara run and so the governor of SA named the new township Laura after Herbert Hughes’ wife. The first town lots were offered for sale in 1872 with the first school opening, the Wesleyan Church, the former Laura Hotel (now a shop shop) and the brewery all opening in 1873. Of these buildings the Laura Hotel was the first stone building erected in the town. It closed in 1998. Based beside the Rocky River in well-watered country the town grew rapidly. A local land owner Mr H Walter had a private town named North Laura gazetted but it was soon amalgamated back into the government town of Laura. However just to the north of North Laura the land was purchased from the original land owner by the state government in 1893 at considerable cost to create a number of Working Men’s Blocks as part of the Cotton government scheme to assist working men to live on small blocks of around 10 acres. This area just north of the town is still known as Laura Blocks and the properties are all around 10 to 20 acres. In the 1890s at a time of great depression the blocks allowed working men to lease the land cheaply from the government in order to grow vegetables, plant fruit trees, keep a cow and a pig, perhaps some bees and poultry to supplement their waged incomes. The land was eventually offered for sale to the blockers or to other settlers.
Like all agricultural areas the grain farmers wanted access to good transport. The first wheat crops were carted by bullock teams or horses and drays through Hughes Gap near Crystal Brook down to the port at Port Pirie. But this need was redundant once the train line was extended from Gladstone to Laura in 1884. A fine stone gable ended railway station was built in Laura shortly after 1884 but alas it has now been demolished and the rail tracks torn up. But Laura did not remain a rail terminus. The rail lines were extended to Booleroo Centre in 1910 and then on to Melrose and Wilmington in 1919. Some of the finest buildings in the town are the Old Court House (now the art gallery) which was built in 1877, the old post office first built around 1874 and the former Police Station in the Main Street built in in 1878 and closed in 1968. The old Institute was built in 1875 but later demolished to make way for an ugly Civic Centre in the 1968. In front of that Civic Centre is a bust of Clarence J. Dennis whilst there is a larger than life statue of him in the Main Street. C. J Dennis the famous poet and story writer was born in Auburn in 1876 but lived for most of his childhood and youth years in Laura before he eventually moved to Melbourne. In 1890 C.J. Dennis began work at the solicitor’s office in the Main Street as a junior law clerk. Dennis left Laura in 1898 when he fell out with his father the publican of one of the Laura Hotels. Between the Civic Centre and the old Courthouse is the fine Masonic Lodge which was built in 1908 but is now used by the local history society as an archive. The Masonic Lodge was formed in Laura in 1878. Other buildings of note are the classical style single room fronted Solicitors Offices in the Main Street near Bristow Street where C.J Dennis was employed and the former Bank of South Australia on the corner of White Street. The main chamber on the Main Street was built late in 1922 but walk down White Street and you can see the old bank with half rounded windows behind it. That part of the bank was built in 1878. It is opposite the former Laura hotel which is now the soap shop.
After erecting the first hotels and churches country towns looked to education facilities. In Laura a school opened in 1874 in a small church before the first state school was built in 1877. Additional classrooms were added to the 1877 building in 1883. More buildings have opened since the 1950s. In the 1870s churches were often built of pine and pug with thatched rooves and they were demolished within a couple of decades. The Wesleyan Methodists built the first church in Laura in 1873 opposite the location of the current school. They replaced this structure with their grand stone church in the Main Street in 1888. It is still in use in the Main Street but it is now Redeemer Lutheran Church. The Lutherans purchased this building in the year 2000. The Lutherans also purchased the Primitive Methodist Church in Samuel Street in Laura which was built in 1876. They bought it in 1904, demolished it in 1908 and opened their Easter Lutheran Church on the site in 1909. The Baptist congregation in Laura was strong and they built their church in 1875 and it is still in use by the Baptists. The Catholics built an early church in 1877 with a nearby convent at the same time on land on the outskirts of Laura which was donated by a local farmer Mr Rollison. Both were demolished in 1929 to make way for the current fine Catholic Church. The Anglicans built a church in Laura in 1875 and because Herbert Bristow Hughes of Booyoolee and his family worshiped there he donated funds for the addition of the chancel. The chancel was added in 1883 to the design of Port Pirie architect William Mallyon.
The town had an important flour mill from 1874 which burnt down in 1878 and then was re-built immediately. The mill machinery was manufactured in the May Brothers foundry at Gawler. New machinery was added to the mill in 1893 and it was eventually taken over by the Laura Milling Company in 1915. Extensive improvements such as roller mills were installed and the mill for many years produced BEST Laura flour which was known across SA and in Broken Hill. To supplement revenue a chaff mill was also operated in conjunction the flourmill. The flourmill finally closed in the 1970s and much of it was destroyed in a 2015 arson attack. A butter factory also opened in Laura in 1891 and operated for some years as butter could by then be refrigerated and shipped to England but a lot of it was railed to the growing silver city of Broken Hill. The local area dairy cooperative was established in 1891 to ensure a reliable local milk supply for the factory. During the big droughts around 1900 milk production declined and the factory became a chaff factory. The old milk factory operated as a chaff mill until 1924. But milk processing in Laura did not cease entirely as in 1923 Laura became the home of Golden North. In that year the Laura Ice Company was formed, primarily to supply the local and the Broken Hill trade and the regional city of Port Pirie with ice, milk and ice cream. From 1938 milk was pasteurised at the factory. The brand name Golden North was adopted in 1948. In 1961 the head office was moved from Laura to Clare and the company was taken over by Farmers Union in 1972 which was in turn taken over by National Foods in 1991. Then in 2001 a group of local investors bought the business back from the large companies and they have since expanded production, including the famous Golden North honey ice cream. You can buy Golden North ice cream from the shops in the main street. The company was awarded a state heritage icon award in 2006 and it is a major employer in the town. The old Laura Brewery operated from 1873 until it was purchased by the South Australian Brewing Company in 1893. They promptly closed it down in 1894 as they centralised all their operations in Adelaide by buying and closing country breweries. During World War Two Laura was declared one of four major flax growing areas and it had a flax mill. Ninety two farmers cultivated flax near Laura and almost two thousand acres were sown to flax during the period of the War time shortages. The flax was stored in the old Showgrounds stone Pavilion to the east of the town before it was milled. The flax mill closed in 1947 after opening in 1942. Like many agricultural towns Laura has several blacksmiths and agricultural implement makers such as Silby and Craig, Adamson Brothers and the foundry of Thomas Forsaith which later became Keipert foundry. Laura was also one of the few towns that had its own newspaper the Laura Standard. The Laura Standard was founded in 1888 and their building still remains named in the Main Street. C.J. Dennis had his first verses published in the newspaper in 1895. The Laura Standard was taken over by the Jamestown newspaper in 1942 and disappeared as an independent publication. It became part of the Northern Review newspaper.