Monthly Archives: July 2010

Lassie Comes Home to Save the Day for the Fade to Grey

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Collie and Ollie collies whispered amongst themselves, before saying that my story was a little suspicious. They had heard of the legendary Greenygreys, but one hadn’t been seen in these parts for many a century, and they had never heard of one dividing into Green and Grey. I was starting to feel a little nervous, but then the shetland sheepdog I’d seen leaving earlier came home and saved the day.

Lassie Saves the Day

It introduced itself as Lassie, and said it recognised me from I’m A Celebrity Werewolf…Get Me Out of Here, that it’d watched on Werewolf Cable. I then also realised it was the Lassie; the big Hollywood star.

It was great to meet a fellow celebrity out in the outback, and to be saved in a small way by a dog that’d saved so many in its films was like a dream come true, for one half of a werewolf that looked grey but was beginning to feel blue.

Lassie Shows Me Why Collie is Proud of its Colliering

Colin and Ollie relaxed once Lassie had saved the day, and welcomed me to Collie with wagging tails. I shapeshifted back, and slowly faded to Grey. Lassie showed me the way in, and I saw at once how proud Collie is of its colliering.

While many of their buns are exported to Bunbury, they also keep enough to keep Collie fed. So Lassie took me to some of the finest bunneries Collie has to offer, and we feasted on some beautiful buns. I think my favourite was the collar bone collie bun, which was the size and shape of a human collar bone.

In the evening we went to the Bunfields Museum, which showed how buns have been mined in Collie for centuries, and then went out to the Wellington National Park for a great forest and river walk. I was surprised to see it so green, and that of course reminded me of my other half: Green. I hoped it was still okay back home.

My Travel Plans Changed by Lassie

Lassie put me up that night, and also changed my plans. When it asked me where I was heading next I said Perth, but it suggested I pay a visit to the small town of Latham, which it said was quite interesting.

The name reminded me of our ol’ partner, Marc Latham, so I thought I should pay it a visit. It’s funny how your travel plans can change overnight isn’t it.

Grey’s Anatomy Plot Exposed by Collie Twins’ Sensitive Sniffing Scrutinous Security

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The town of Collie came into view through the hazy heat, and the sound of barking dogs grew louder. I thought I’d take the hint and shapeshift into a collie, and chose a border guise from a surprisingly large choice. Grey’s anatomy changed to black and white.

Famous Collies on the Edge of Town

As I reached Collie a shetland sheepdog carrying a lassie over his shoulder ran past me as if he was rushing to save somebody or something.

A border collie then flew over my head, which I thought was as unlikely as seeing pigs fly. Green and I did not try becoming a flying collie even when our unified powers were at their height .

Meeting the Collie Twins: Colin and Ollie

Then I reached the edge of Collie, and met a couple of dogs guarding the town entrance.

They asked who I might be, and I replied that I was a border collie, as it should be plain to see. And who may they be, I did respondee.

The one with a beard said they were Colin and Ollie McNab: respected and renowned around these parts as the Collie twins.

They said their good mother was an Australian Stumpy Tail Cattle Dog collie, and their now dearly departed proud father was part McNab Shepherd collie and part Bearded collie.

I said it was my pleasure to make their acquaintance.

They apologised for putting me under scrutiny, but explained that Collie was a big bun-mining town, and supplied Bunbury with most of its buns.

The gift of a veritable bun goldmine was unfortunately a double-edged sword, with the buns like the centre of a folding mirror, as the bun bonanza also attracted desperados desperate to get their meddlesome mitts on the munchable minerals that are moulded into muffins.

Grey’s Anatomy Plot Exposed

So the Collie twins sniffed around my person with sensitive security. I was a little nervous, and this escalated into panic when Colin asked how long I had been a collie.

I didn’t want to lie to such fine upstanding collies so I explained my situation, and how I had shapeshifted into a collie when I had been drawn in this here direction by the dog barking and then saw that the town was called Collie.

How would the Collie twins take my shapeshifting story. Well, that is another tale good readers…or to be more precise, the end of this one that’ll have to wait until another day…

Travelling Across the Australia Outback Without Pack, Sack or Bivouac

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After awakening into a bright sunny morning I again heard the haunting barking lullabies that seemed to be sailing across the waves and straight down my lugholes.

So after a freshening swim I bade farewell to delightful Dolly and the dolphins and made my way to the golden shore.

Smell or Sound, Hot Cross Buns or Hound

My senses were thrown into chaos when I reached the shore just south of Bunbury.

From the northerly direction I was heading came the pungent smell of freshly made hot cross buns, but to the east I heard the lyrical libretto lullaby that sounded like it could be a lapdog and labrador rendition of Les Miserables.

This time my curiosity called the path, and I made a scramble to ramble despite my belly grumbling and a rumbling.

Hiking Australia: Walkie for Collie

I took my time as I headed across the South Western Highway, enjoying the endless sunshine that seemed to stretch across the outback.

I saw a tiger snake going in the opposite direction and it reminded me of Ernie the floor rider in Florida that Green and I made the acquaintance of back on our epic ramble.

There was no communication with the snake this time though, and the barking of dogs from over the eastern horizon was the only sound that pierced the 360 degree silence.

Then I saw a sign for Collie, and everything seemed to start making sense…or did it?

Swimming with Dolphins after Brunching on Buns Buried in Bunbury

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I left Margaret Rivers in Margaret River at first light, refreshed after a great whale sound aided winks that must have added up to much more than forty: I would hazard a guess that my winks that night reached somewhere in the range of between seventy and eighty, and possibly even more than double the renowned forty.

Burning Rubber Roadrunner to Bunbury

It was a beautiful sunny morning and I felt like cruising down the highway with the wind in my hair. So I shapeshifted into a roadrunner and picked some speed up. However, this of course meant the wind was in my feathers, and I felt a bit of a turncoat against my old hero, Wile E. Coyote, for a while.

Nevertheless, it was a most enjoyable journey down the freeway, and I arrived in Bunbury in time for a bit of brunch. The name of the city made me bun hungry, and I looked for a bakery, after changing into a human; a roadrunner looking for food in the middle of a surprisingly large metropolis would look a little strange.

Buried Buns in the Bunbury Underground

However, a local called Rose Hotel told me that all the bakeries were underground on the edge of town, to keep the produce cool in the hot summers.

So I made my way out to the edge of town and lo and behold, found many underground bakeries with the most deliciously fresh and cool buns. The value of burying buns was clear to see and taste.

Dipping into the Dolphin Discovery Centre

I got talking to a dolphin called Dolly who swam up to the bakery (it had land, sea and air entrances) from Koombanna Bay. It said it was an idyllic spot, and invited me over after we’d finished bun munching.

So I shapeshifted into a dolphin after my last bit of bun fun, and had a wonderful evening swimming in the clear Koombanna waters with a hundred bottlenose dolphins.

Yes, it had been some day, fitting in roadrunning and dolphinswimming either side of biting through a baker’s dozen of Bunbury’s best buried buns.

As I lay on the ocean waves under a starry moonlit night in that twilight time between wakefulness and slumber I thought I heard a dog barking on the distant shore. It’s origins would soon become clear, and lead me on another amazing adventure.

Margaret River Western Australia Whale Sharks

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Vombat sent me off with a good brekkie, and I started my second day on the road in high spirits. The sea looked serene, so I entered and shapeshifted into a whale shark to swim up the coast. It took me a while to get into their massive size, so I was flapping around on the surface for a while, looking half whale and half wombat.

Meeting Margaret Rivers in Margaret River

I got into the flow after a while and enjoyed swimming with a genus of whale sharks that were passing my way: Winona, Walter, Wendy, William and Dweezil made me feel right at home, and Dweezil was good laugh in an oddball way. They travelled quite slowly, but it meant I could see more of the nice coral and fish under the water.

We reached Margaret River by tea time, and Margaret Rivers was there to welcome me as I changed into human form to emerge onto the beach like Ursula Andress in the James Bond film Dr. No. Well, after I’d shaken myself out of a side fin I’d forgotten about anyway.

Margaret said she was the long lost sister of famous American comedienne, Joan Rivers, but Joan was not aware of her. She said she had been listening to some whale sound audio, and heard that I was on my way.

She showed me around Margaret River, which is a very nice post-surfie community, and then took me home for a feast of a supper. She also let me use her computer, and I was delighted to see that Green had read my previous blog and relayed it on to readers of the Greenygrey website and blog.

My whale shark companions sent some greetings our way not long before going to bed, as they made their return journey, and their relaxing melodies guaranteed me a good night’s kip.

Grey Starts to Ramble Across Australia in the South West

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Hi everybody. It’s Grey here, although I’ve rebranded myself as oniongreyv for this ramble to hide my identity from the GCG and celebrate one of my favourite foods. Regular readers of the Greenygrey will know me by now, but for those who don’t, you can catch up on my story from the links to your left. To cut a long story short, I’m one half of a legendary werewolf that rambled across North America before becoming Britain’s most celebritious werewolf via reality television. Then, after my sudden elevation to legendary status came before a fall, the Greenygrey was divided into Green and Grey by the shadowy Grand Council of the Greenygrey (GCG). I, Grey, have been sent to Australia, and this is my travel diary.

Dingo Leads Barking in Mount Barker

I arrived on Mount Barker, and was met by the very welcoming sound of dogs barking. A big crowd of dogs had turned out to greet me, and it was great to have some company again. They gave me a wine and apples banquet within a wildflower glade.

I had missed Green on the journey over, and the limey lobo’s ways to brighten me up, but I now felt that the anxiety I’d felt was unnecessary, and that things were going to turn out okay.

Aussie of Denmark

A friendly dingo called Digger escorted me through the town, and sent me off in the direction of Denmark. Denmark seemed a nice liberal place, and an Australian Shepherd called Aussie gave me a guide for Australia’s South West that I found very useful. It said that it had arrived from overseas as well, so it wasn’t a natural Australian, but is now known as an Aussie. Aussie took me down to Greens Pool, and that of course brought back memories of Green, and especially our pool swims.

Wombat of Walpole

It was already afternoon when I bade Digger goodbye and set off north-west. I had a lovely ramble through 400 year old red and yellow tingle trees, and by evening I’d reached Walpole.

I’d got a bit bored with my wolf features along the way, so had changed into an Australian animal, and it was quite fortunate as it turned out.

Because after arriving in Walpole I made the acquaintance of a very distinguished old Wombat; and guess what animal I’d shapeshifted into? Yes, if you guessed wombat you’d be right.

My new wombat friend introduced itself as Vombatus Ursinus, but said I could call it Vombat. It was a muscular little animal with strong short legs hidden by a nice long coat, and had a quaint habit of twitching its nose when it spoke.

Vombat provided a great vegetarian spread, and we continued talking and feasting until late in the evening. I didn’t mention meeting Digger, as wombats and dingoes don’t get on too well. Vombat the Wombat invited me to stay the night in its burrow bungalow, and I was only too happy to accept the invitation.

Travel is a Funny Old Activity

Before I dropped off to sleep I thought what a funny old activity travel is. I’d started the day reluctant to leave Green, and unsure of what lay ahead for me, but I’d had a wonderful day, and met many great new friends along the way.

I’ll try and update you on my ramble early next week, so have a great weekend!

Hello world! Welcome to Grey Werewolf’s Australia Travel Diary

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Welcome to my virtually amazing new website on WordPress.com. I will be keeping you up to date here about my travels through Australia.

It feels strange and sad to be so far away from Green, and I’m sure gonna miss that limey lobo, but hopefully I can find what I’m looking for in Oz, and we can be reunited as the one big werewolf again some day.

I hope you’ll keep me company on my rambles, and together we can get through this episode of the Greenygrey legend in one piece: or at least reunite the Greenygrey into one piece!

You can subscribe to feeds or get notified by email, so you don’t have to worry about missing out on the updates when I get going on what I’m sure is going to be another epic rambling journey.

If you are new to the Greenygrey and want to catch up, please visit the Greenygrey links on the sidebar to your right.