The club’s current logo features the head of a wedge-tailed eagle The club’s current and former logos have all incorporated a stylised eagle’s head, always facing east (i.e. towards the right, where east appears on most maps) to represent the eagle eyeing off its prey in the eastern states. :
Where, clearly, no correct signals were given at that…
With sympathy and all due respects, back in World War II
Deeply regretting, that we never knew
That once they were all lost
But now they are Found
Each brave man, has been taken into a count.
On this hauntingly, isolated and lonely, cliff path.
A reminder memorial of exchange of fire
The fight, the torpedoes, the blast
Full steam ahead, plummeting, sinking fast…
So sombrely, silently, acknowledging, remembering heroic men,
Here, I then took my pen…
It’s not always fun and happy tales, when roaming new roads
Memories of times gone past will always unfold.
Where the desert meets the sea,
Laid to rest…
To each of our valiant Men,
Victoria Healing ~ 26.9.2018
Lost is Found
"On 19 November 1941, a battle occurred between the Australian light cruiser HMAS Sydney and the German raider, the
auxiliary cruiser HSK Kormoran. Based on the accounts of
German survivors, Sydney closed to identify and was mortally
damaged by hits from gunfire and a torpedo.
Both ships sank, 80 perishing in Kormoran.While there were NO SURVIVORS from SYDNEY’s complement
of “645”The absence of Australian survivors left many questions on the precise circumstances of the loss, which continues to arouse controversy" —
HMAS Sydney II – Found. The wreck of the HMAS Sydney (II) was found by the Finding Sydney Foundation on 16th March 2008 approximately 207km (128 miles) from the west coast (Steep Point) of Western Australia at a depth of approximately 2,468 metres.
Royce Laycock was son of an engine stoker who worked on the ship and was only four when his father died. “It’s good news to know that they’ve found the ship, because you really didn’t realise or know what happened,” he said.
Nine days spent enjoying seclusion, sight seeing, exploring
Point Quobba, you would find, is neither dreary nor boring.
Where to begin, where should we start?
Well here we are, at the spectacular Blowholes, where we had first parked our car.
Killer King Waves, powering up 20 metre jet stream fountains
From below deep sea caves up and over, craggy rock ledges all about them
Don’t step towards the edge, or you’ll be sucked deep down into the watery depths of the Indian ocean.
Many people have lost their lives at this furiously fearsome, stunning spot,
A natural, marvel, phenomenon, but risk your life, you must not!
You just never know just when those almighty surging sprouts will shoot up,
Volatile, random, back away from these cliffs, I implore you that you should and definitely must!
Breathtaking to see
The Oceans fury was impressive,
Difficult to predict,
Of awesomely spectacular, to me!
Victoria Healing ~ June 2018
a stop by this coastline pulls you in, serene, yet rugged it can be deadly, with a dangerous swell that can turn into King Waves, capable of crashing over the top of the rock ledge. This coastline needs to be treated with caution and care – lives have been lost by unsuspecting souls here.
“We’ll be off line for a while, our neighbours had freaked us out … someone had named their Wi-Fi, “FBI Surveillance”
So we had secreted away to this distant, remote beachside town
Stumbling into shanty shacks, protruding up, all around
Fisherman of the sixties had built these lean-to sheds for their homes
Right next to the ocean, where, you imagine, forever, their ghostly spirits might wander and roam.
Wild and deserted, are these rare and valuable outback sights
So you may wonder what these folk did while nights turned into daylight.
Corroded truck wheels, old stringy fishing nets.
Rusty gasoline drums, there was so much, not to forget.
Living alongside this seashore as they all pleased,
These reminders back to when, I’d suppose, life would have been such a breeze.
A couple of fish, snaggers or a chop
Tossed on to an old tin Barbie would have made a wholesome meal for the lot.
Creepy and eerie, now many years have, slipped on by?
Was it just my imagination?
Or would apparitions of Phantom Fisher Zombies, come stumbling alongside
Beach combing these remote, lonely and forgotten sands
We all found a site at Point Quobba to park up our caravans.
Victoria Healing ~ some times in June 2018
Where is the “Point”?
To be continued >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Located in WA’s Coral Coast region, 75k North of Carnarvon. Only $11 a night and kids are free, The camp host comes around at 6 every night to grab the cash, a great place to stay and bitumen the whole way except the last 500 metres and you can fit everything from swags to 5th wheelers no worries at all!
“Quobba” ~ surfboard fins tipped to revolutionise the world of surfing. … The Quobbafins — and the name comes from the Aboriginal word meaning “first” or “best”
When we’ve spent the last three and a half months on a fun road trip, trekking away with our dreams.
Running up and away from winter in pursuit of the warmth, of the bright shiny sun
And we have found that, in this, we are not the only ones.
Freshwater, Quobba Point and Coronation Beach,
We had found ourselves…
Enjoying magnificent beaches, fishing and snorkelling in the seas.
Amazing sights that we saw on our way back up to Exmouth again
To catch up with our fellow nomad community of gypsy friends
On the roads you will meet so many happy folk
So then sometimes, you never ever want to go back home.
Travelling, is a refreshingly different way of life
When you head off sight seeing, you have the freedom to do just as you like.
Now, we’ve returned back from our last road trip
Stir crazy in suburbia
I could easily give this home imprisonment ‘confinement’ the ‘flick’
Many more happy memories from this holiday and more tales to tell
But you could appreciate this ode so much more
If YOU did it, as well