Monthly Archives: January 2011

Grey Feels Blue in Blue: Is it Because of You?

Blue Remembered Hills

Image by Beppie K via Flickr

As we crossed from green forest to hills of blue
and the yellow completely faded from view
I encountered the poem, Shropshire Lad,
written by Alfred Edward Housman when sad;
read at end of another fantasy lost
walkabout crossing the land of Oz,
as he also wrote of terrain with such a hue,
but while he longed to return to that view,
for me it was just another rainbow colour
on my journey to and fro, hither and dither.

Poem 40 of A.E. Housman’s Shropshire Lad

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

After crossing along the deep blue ridge mountains, under sky blue we could see coral coves below with aquamarine water lapping turquoise sand.  Standing on the beach were dozens of blue stones.

As we walked I thought about me and Green
meeting with the two funny chaps oh so keen
looking for the lonesome pine
in the blue ridged mountains
of Virginia
during our rambles across North America
when we were one werewolf and not a pair.

I thought we might meet MiMo Moby again, and it might have news of Green, because I remembered hearing it say something about Natural Blues.

I looked inside my cork hat, but could not see it; and threw my hat high into the air but this did not make MiMo materialise either.

Memories of better times with Green flooded through my mind, and this naturally made me feel blue.


Meditations in Green of Green


My dream in green seemed to continue for an age, and I remembered so much of it I wonder if it really was a dream in green, or more meditations in green.

Meditations in Green to Animals Soundtrack

I thought a lot about Green, and it was as if Green was there in the green of the Rainbow Valley.

I didn’t want to leave the comfort I felt in green, and the way it reminded me of Green, but when I awoke I saw that Bonzo and Elle had been joined by the Animals met in Western Australia, and they had made a clearing, constructed a campsite and were singing We Just Gotta Get Out of this Place again.

Meditation at Big Green Gathering 2006 Festival

Image by gavinandrewstewart via Flickr


I took the hint and rose from my slumber.  Just as I approached the group, the animals seemed to fade away into the ether, singing that it was nice to see me again, but they had only popped in to help me emerge from my meditations, and it was now time to go.

Green with Jealousy

When I approached Bonzo and Elle they smiled, and were very understanding, saying it was nice to see me awake.

I was very grateful for their understanding, but also felt like the green-eyed monster as feelings of jealousy coursed through me, because if others had behaved as I did it might have made me depressed, but ol’ Scottie and Elle were totally serene about it all.

Blue on the Other Side of Green to Yellow

Maybe it was all the green thoughts that had made me think I was the green-eyed monster, and I felt a bit guilty about being green negative, what with my other green half locked up in a dirty stinking cell back in blighty, so my mind joined the others in thinking we had to get outta the place.

We left, and rode the wavelengths of green until eventually seeing blue ridged mountains in the distance.

Grey’s Dreamtime in the Rainbow Valley


John Bauer's 1913 painting

We waved farewell to the Hughmongers, which rather tired us out, as their numbers were humongous, and thanked Heath for his advice.  Hugh Jackman flew in just as we reached the edge of town, and suggested we leave the same way, but we thought better of it, as he looked a bit smashed.

Things get Colourful in the Rainbow Valley

We soon reached the Rainbow Valley, and it got real colourful there.

Red in the Rainbow Valley

We encountered red rocks at the start of the valley, and it seemed to be populated by red animals: for example, there were red kangaroos, red foxes, red-necked wallabies and red back spiders. 

It was very hot there, and felt like we were on Mars apart from the abundant wildlife, and the river running through it.  We felt no threat as we wandered through, but neither did any animals acknowledge us, or the river entice us to its banks.

Orange in the Rainbow Valley

The red turned to orange after a few miles, and the temperature cooled somewhat.  It reminded me of Halloween, and the autumn/fall.  There did not seem to be any animals in orange, and instead it seemed to be full of fruit and vegetables.

The natural goodies included pumpkins, nectarines, mangoes, carrots, apricots and of course oranges.  But even though they looked delicious, we didn’t feel the desire to devour, and instead continued to hike.

Yellow in the Rainbow Valley

Orange faded to yellow an hour or two later, and it looked like a golden other worldly paradise.  It was as if all the gold in the world was crammed into one small place; as if all the gold on Earth had fallen from space and not been scattered.

But even though the gold looked shiny and beautiful, we didn’t feel the desire to try to extract it, and instead continued our walkabout.

Dreamtime Green Sleep in the Rainbow Valley

Some time later the yellow turned green, as if it had been mixed with blue.  Memories of Green then flooded through me, and feelings of exhilaration soon turned to consternation, as I thought of our current predicament and situation.

I became wearied as I led Elle and Bonzo through the deep and dark vegetation now surrounding us, and after a while I had to suggest a rest break.

I soon fell into a deep sleep, and after waking I had an artist’s impression of our time in Rainbow Valley green prominent in my thoughts.  I also thought I’d dreamt that a leading British  journalist had acknowledged the green and grey as the dominant colours of the island’s landscape.

Knowing Me, Knowing You, Abba is the best I can do

The Ghan

Image via Wikipedia


We woke up a bit worse for wear in the morning; well, at least Bonzo and I did.  We felt a bit better after Elle cooked us up a veggie brekkie on the rekindled bush telly.

Knowing Me, Knowing Hugh, Leaving is Never Easy 

We called in the Hugh’s Who
before leaving Hugh, 
Heath Goanna was in there
having a morning brew.

We joined him for a drink
and  told him we were heading south,
but an anxious look crossed his face
and he put his hand to his mouth. 

The Poetry Must Stop

He thought for a moment, and the suspense was killing us.  He must have sensed that, and said there’s a time for rhyme and a time for straight talking. 

Then he told us that we would have to get past the ghangiant to leave the Northern Territory and cross the border into South Australia.

We had been warned about the ghangiant before by Alice, in the festival wonderland, so a frisson of trepidation ran down my back.

But Heath said we’d be alright if we travelled through the Rainbow Valley, and found Black Footed Rock Wally B, as it had the knowledge needed to traverse the ghangiant, and enter the South. 

Heath said he thought he’d reached the border one time, but it just seemed to go on endlessly, and in the end he had to turn back.

Elle uses her body after night in celebrity hostelry

Alice Springs - Northern Territory

Image by Rita Willaert via Flickr

After returning to Earth we spent a couple more days in the red centre before heading south again, after thanking our hosts and bidding them farewell.

Bonzo was thankful for the advert to your right, and their consideration for his needs.

Hugh’s Who in Hugh?

We made good progress down to Hugh, and there was none of the shenanigans that had spoiled our journey north of Alice Springs.

After a twit twoo through Hugh Gorge, we thought we’d have some refreshments in Hugh, although it wasn’t huge, and thought we’d ask a person with a wig on.  We presumed they must be the Hugh judge.

Who’s Who in the Hugh’s Who Bar?

They were very friendly, and suggested we try Hugh’s Who, which was supposed to be where the local celebrities hung out.

The famous and great actor, Heath Goanna, was in there, and he bought us a round of drinks when we reached the bar.  He looked more like Batman than the Joker in real life.

He was drinking with Crocodile Dundee, who bought the next round after having a bit of a rumble with some travelling boxing kangaroos.

They said Hugh Jackman sometimes popped in, but they hadn’t seen him for a few days.

Elle Carries Us to the Bush Telly

It turned into a bit of a heavy night on the ol’ amber nectar, and Bonzo was worse for wear by the end of it. 

I wasn’t much better, and Elle carried us both to a bush telly  they got going on the edge of town.  I can’t remember much, but remember it gave Hugh a nice hue.