… then I’ll hike it through Glen Falloch where the mountain breezes blow
And I’ll draw up in the evening in the Valley of Glen Coe.
Of course, in my idea of heaven the road wouldn’t be there and all the dogs I have had throughout my life would be with me. There would be cloud and mist but it would never be cold. There would be sunshine sometimes, but not too much and if food was needed, then it would just be there as required. I think there would be no people – I have never really been much of a people person – at least I don’t think so because really, I prefer solitude. I loved the isolation of being in the mountains, away from noise, people and civilisation and yet, many of the things I do or am involved in, are serving or helping people.I used to think that this was God’s idea of a practical joke – He knows I am not really a people person, so He sees to it that all the things I do I am involved with people. But then, God is just and to balance this out He also gave me a love of dogs, and over the years all the dogs that I have had, each one has been the joy of my life, all in their own different ways. In a blog I read recently I wrote about this and mentioned that for some time after Benji was adopted I was calling him Chienne, but he was very forgiving. You know, you read it all the time but it never really becomes trite “A dog is the only creature on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.”
We definitely cannot have Max back again. I know I keep saying this but twice already today there have been several ‘spats’ between the two and when Annabell and I have to go out, we do not leave them together – something we have never had to do with any other visitor – not even the WaWa. There has been rain and high wind over much of the State. We have had some rain and some wind but nothing like the lower areas. About twenty miles further out in the bush there was some flooding and the road to where my son works was flooded. He decided to come in the back way, which, as it turns out, was not a great decision. He ran into a pothole and damaged the converter and tore the exhaust system. We got it back and into the garage and his ‘detour’ will set him back about $600. I will be leaving the post as Secretary of the RFDS Branch at the AGM in July. Don’t know what happens after that – we’ll see. I decided to leave because at one point I was concerned for Annabell after the car crash and the fact that we never seemed to be away from the hospital or the Doctor Surgery. Things have calmed down, everything seems to have cleared but we have a young lady who is very keen to be secretary and she has sort of taken over, and come the AGM, we will elect her as the Secretary and I will bow out. Well, not really, there are some things I said I would continue to do
People said it couldn’t be done. They said no one could do it. So we tackled this thing that couldn’t be done and we did it – a world first. The Royal Flying Doctor Service was under a bit of a cloud with the new Intensive Care
Unit (The new Jet). People were concerned that it wouldn’t work in South Australia because it wouldn’t be able to land on a dirt strip in the far northern outback of the State. So the RFDS organised an outback Sheep station get the airstrip ready because the jet was coming. The sheep station is 370klms north of Port Augusta, a 7 hour drive from Adelaide. The jet covered the distance in just under 40 minutes and made a perfect landing on the dirt runway. It made just as perfect take-off. There is a you tube of the landing, which I have saved, and I hope it works. In areas further north than the Flinders it would take the normal RFDS Aircraft about 1 hour and forty-five minutes to cover the distance back to Adelaide. The Jet will do it in just under an hour, which makes a big difference in a life emergency.
We have not seen the jet up here and it is unlikely that we ever will – well not for a medical emergency anyway – perhaps for a goodwill visit. —- I have deleted the You Tube Video as I have been told that it is a channel 7 video and thus copyright.
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