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30/1/2021

Not Cowes or Inverloch. Sunderland-on-sea.

By Catherine Watson

SO THEY have gone at last, and peace descends once more. The place is ours again.

The exodus started on the Friday before the long weekend with a trickle of caravans and utes stacked high with mountain bikes and kayaks. By Australia Day it was a cavalcade.

And this was Wonthaggi, the poor cousin. I can only imagine how it was in Inverloch or on Phillip Island. It must have felt as though the island floated a little higher as they left.

I don’t begrudge them their few weeks beside the sea. They’ve had a tough year and there’s another one ahead. They needed the sunshine and fresh air.

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Life of a freewheeler

26/11/2020

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Stairway to heaven, by Natasha Williams-Novak

By Catherine Watson

I ALWAYS knew him as Dave Clarke, or Dave the Bike Man, but I see from his death notice that he was actually David Russell-Clarke. Then someone told me he was an old boy of Essendon Grammar. Typical of Dave to have a double-barrelled name and a posh school in his background and keep it quiet.

Born November 27 1957, died November 20 2020 … a week short of 63. Not great but not too bad for someone who lived pretty hard. It happened very quickly. He was diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer, checked himself out of hospital and came home to make the most of whatever time was left.

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Virus diaries 16

13/11/2020

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Cartoon by Natasha Williams-Novak

By Catherine Watson

Sunday November 1
For two years I’ve been trying to persuade Cate to walk at Cape Woolamai and she’s finally run out of excuses. You’d normally steer clear of the island on a Melbourne Cup weekend but San Remo is practically deserted. As we approach the bridge, Cate confesses she’s always avoided the island: the busloads of tourists and that bloody road through suburbia.

Half an hour after setting off, we spot our first wallaby, with a large joey in her pouch. She stands still and silent, watching us for a long time, before bounding off. As we come down the hill we catch a glimpse of the pink granite bay through the Moreton Bay figs. We have the bay to ourselves. It’s still and sunny. We sit on the pink boulders and paddle in the warm water. This must be what the island was like in the 1970s.

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Virus diaries 15

30/10/2020

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By Catherine Watson

Saturday October 17
Beth is taking her dogs for a walk in Tank Hill when she notices me on the verandah and stops for a chat. She’s just finished her first week back at work in six months. “Having to get up at 6am ... I’m not used to it. By Thursday we were all looking at one another saying ‘This is exhausting!’ By Friday night I could hardly think.”

As the days warm up, the bird bath is getting some serious traffic. It all happens so quickly. It's not till you try to photograph them that you get a glimpse of what's happening.

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Virus diaries 14

16/10/2020

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By Catherine Watson

Monday, October 6
Low twenties, still and low tide at Harmers. I meet Michael on the beach – we are the only two – and marvel again at the annual migration to Queensland. The humans, we mean, not the whales. We talk about the summer ahead. How strange it will be without the city people, if they’re not realeased in time. Michael reckons a lot of them are already here but they don’t come out till after dark. I say I suppose they’re afraid of the knock on the door. “Like the movies,” he says.

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Man of mystery

15/10/2020

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Bass Coast Shire councillors soon after their election in November 2016. Cr Les Larke is seated, left, next to
the Mayor, Pamela Rothfield.

By Catherine Watson

THE Local Government Inspectorate this week cleared Cr Les Larke of sensational allegations that he had attempted to bribe his fellow councillors.

Four councillors had testified that Cr Larke offered $1 million per ward, later rising to a total of $5 million, to elect him mayor of Bass Coast in 2018. However, the Inspectorate found there was insufficient evidence to prove the complaint and declared it would take no further action. (Cr Larke cleared in bribery probe)

Normally no one outside the case would have heard of the allegations, since Cr Larke was not charged, but the inquiry had been leaked to The Age. It soon became apparent that, as in any good detective story, there were a lot of suspects because Cr Larke seemed to have antagonised a lot of people.

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Virus diaries 13

2/10/2020

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Horse of the Apocalypse, Kilcunda Beach,

By Catherine Watson

Sunday, September 20
The Age has a photo of a masked woman at the beach headlined ‘SURF’S UP, MASKS ON”. My heart sinks. Is this the summer ahead? In a few years’ time we’ll forget that we once hugged and shook hands. Will we ever sit in the Wonthaggi cinema again, a gathering of 300 or more, and grow quiet as the curtains part? Or sit with a group of friends in a café, unmasked, and lean in to catch the conversation?

Cate and I visit Kilcunda Beach to see the epic horse sculpture that Liz has told us about. Beneath the crumbling cliffs and steps, someone has cleverly incorporated the remains of the steps into the work; others have added driftwood legs and head, then someone added a seaweed mane. Others draped it in massive strands of kelp. It grew week by week, a community work of art that might have astonished the person who added the first driftwood stick. And now it’s crumbling away like the cliffs as it’s reclaimed by the tides.

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Virus diaries 12

18/9/2020

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Evie's party, attended by guests
from Wonthaggi and the city

By Catherine Watson

Sunday, September 6
Peter says he burst into tears when he heard Dan Andrew’s roadmap to normal life. “Just frustration,” he says. “I was sure things would ease off in the regions.” He lives alone in Korumburra and knows hardly anyone. His family are all in Melbourne. He was counting on the gyms re-opening. His local gym isn’t just his exercise, it’s his social life. He has the grace to add, “But I’m no virologist.”

Monday, September 7
A hot day. Tank Hill is unrecognisable. The sounds of children all day long. Our first joggers. Our first mountain bikers. And today our first monkey bike riders, riding their tiny, noisy machines up and down the sand tracks. Two boys about 14 or 15. I finally manage to catch the eye of one. I explain that it’s a conservation reserve and the birds are nesting, or trying to. I wait for the customary explosion but he says. “Thank you for explaining. We didn’t know. We’ve only just come to Wonthaggi.” Goodness! I point out where I think they are allowed to ride their bikes.

John calls in late afternoon for coffee. We sit on the verandah and our talk is punctuated by the squealing of the black cockatoos in Tank Hill. Such funny birds – big, cumbersome, noisy and playful. John says he’s distracted from the bleakness of the COVID situation by the joys of spring. His plum grafts – apricots on the plum rootstock – appear to have taken. He’s preparing the ground for the beans. He has lemon verbena plants to give away.

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Virus Diaries 11

4/9/2020

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Cartoon: Natasha Williams-Novak

By Catherine Watson

Saturday, August 15
A late afternoon walk at Harmers. Matilda pulls me up the sand dune, straining every muscle. At the top two blokes and a little foxie are enjoying a very private happy hour, looking out over the bay as the sun sets. We snap our masks on, and laugh conspiratorially. “Ave a good one,” they say, and salute me with their tinnies.

Sunday, August 16
I wake feeling unnaturally cheerful. A good day to take a load of green waste to the tip. It’s only when a masked man comes out of the office that I remember. Oh, there’s a plague! The tip man sees my confusion and masklessness. “Go over the back where no one can see you.” He waves me on. “You can pay next time.” Bless you, Mr Tip Man.

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Virus diaries 10

15/8/2020

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Llama mask by Aida Studham

By Catherine Watson

Sunday, August 2
Aida calls out as I’m passing by. She's sitting on the porch, taking a break from mask making. She’s made 150 from the pattern on the Department of Health website and distributed them to her neighbours and friends. Mine has llamas on it. Just in time. We chat about the news. Aida says she wishes "they" would lay off Daniel. We agree that Dan would be in there scrubbing out the nursing homes himself if he could.

Aida says “Gotta go!” and returns to the masks. She’s on a mission.

Lenice emails from NZ: “Just heard You are in a state of disaster”. “How rude!” I reply.

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Virus diaries 9

31/7/2020

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The author does PPE practice

By Catherine Watson

Monday. July 20
A sign on the book shute at Wonthaggi Library: books must self-isolate for 72 hours after returning to the library. You register at a stand at the door with name and address, use the hand sanitiser, and then you get a 15-minute pass. Only this time I’m asked to show my library card and licence. Enemy aliens, ie. city dwellers, are not permitted inside. My blood runs cold. The librarian reassures me. “If they’ve come to pick up holds we can get them and bring them to the door. And if they tell us what kind of books they like, we can choose some books for them. We can even deliver them.” Good old librarians! Finding some way to subvert the system to get books to the people who need them.

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Virus diaries 8

17/7/2020

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Cartoon: Natasha Williams-Novak

By Catherine Watson

Monday July 6
For a moment my heart lifts when I read “For our coronavirus pandemic-free coverage” in The Age. Then I read the sentence more closely: “For our free coronavirus pandemic coverage, learn more here.” Not if you paid me, buddy. I already know more than I want to.

Tuesday, July 7
Premier announces we’re going back into lockdown for six weeks. Not us exactly, Melbourne and Mitchell Shire, but the lockdown extends to Lang Lang and it's coming down the Bass Highway towards us.

Even daggy old Wonthaggi is suspiciously busy for the middle of winter. Lots of people out riding bikes and striding the streets purposefully, which the locals don't do.

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Virus diaries 7

3/7/2020

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By Catherine Watson

Saturday June 20
With 25 new cases in Victoria in one day, the Premier announces some restrictions will stay and others will be tightened. The number of visitors allowed in pubs and cafes will stay at 20. The number you can have in your home is reduced from 20 to five. Bugger!

Sunday June 21
Megan has been complaining about the city people coming to Bass Coast and imperilling our safety. Now she jumps in her van with Sam and drives to the Grampians, where they stay in a camping ground with all the city people.

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No worries! Too easy

20/6/2020

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Jules Lebois-Fedeli, left, Harry Freeman and Maddy Harford at their West Creek farm

By Catherine Watson

JULES Lebois-Fedeli spoke English proficiently but when he arrived in Melbourne, he kept hearing an expression he’d never heard before. From bar tenders to tram inspectors to shop assistants, everyone told the young Frenchman the same thing: “No worries”.

The expression came to sum up the easy-going attitude he’s found in Australians. “I love Australian people, actually. Compared to France, they’re more sympathetic, more friendly, sociable. If they have a problem with you they just tell you. But they don’t judge you. They are more open.

“It was quite easy to meet people when I arrived. You just walk into a bar and start talking. When people hear you’re from France, they ask you lots of questions.”

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Virus diaries 6

20/6/2020

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Resurrection: Ertuğrul, "a 13th century
Turkish soapie"

By Catherine Watson

Monday, June 1
The libraries are open. Only “Click and collect” at this stage, you can’t wander the shelves or sit inside and read the newspaper, but it’s a start.

Tuesday, June 2
I walk with Catherine R and her greyhound Carol at the Mouth of the Powlett. I ask Catherine what she’s been watching. She’s up to episode 30-something of Resurrection: Ertuğrul, a 150-episode historical drama set in the 13th century. She describes it as a Turkish soapie, with lots of amazing costumes “and some over-acting”.

I’m doing my own comparatively modest binge watching, a Scottish series called The Story of Film – 15 hour-long episodes from the birth of cinema to the digital age, from Sweden to India, Iran to Korea, and all places between. I’m limbering up for the re-opening of the cinemas. Can’t wait for that moment when the lights go down and a hush falls.

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The positive disrupter

13/6/2020

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Kay Setches has been appointed to the Order of Australia for services to the people and Parliament of Victoria and to women in politics.

By Catherine Watson

Watch Kay Setches enter a crowded room and you see the eyes turn to follow her. A diminutive woman in her mid-70s, slightly stooped after a serious back operation, she has the aura of authority.

Kay Setches attained high office, including three ministerial portfolios in the Victorian Parliament.

But she remains resolutely down to earth, warm and funny, swears like a born Magpies supporter, can talk political intrigue all night and never forgets which side of the class divide she is on.

Everyone wants a bit of her and somehow she finds time for them all, whether they are road workers or MPs.

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Virus diaries 6

13/6/2020

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Civilisation returns ... with a host of new rules

By Catherine Watson

Monday, June 1
The libraries are open. It’s only “Click and collect” at this stage. You can’t wander the shelves or sit inside and read the newspaper, but it’s a start. I write a poem in celebration.

A Library in Lockdown

For a precious week between
the lockdown and the “new normal”
they had this hallowed house
of learning to themselves.

No hyped up teens hung round
the entrance F-ing and C-ing.
Mr Bennett didn’t return the DVD case
without the thing that goes inside.

Mrs Brown didn’t rip out the crosswords
behind a discreet cough or sneak
out the Green Guide inside the
front cover of Fifty Shades.

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Virus Diaries 5

29/5/2020

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It pays to think about the background before your Zoom meeting.

By Catherine Watson

Saturday, May 16
Harry and Maddy decide to do their civic duty and get tested for COVID-19. Harry says their tester was no Florence Nightingale. “He rammed the swab up my nose – it felt like the beginning of the brain. It was very painful. I would have confessed to anything.” Maddy got a blood nose. They both felt worse afterwards than when they arrived. The good news is they were both negative, and the results came through two days later. Unlike in London where some people waited weeks and others never received their results.

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Virus diaries 4

1/5/2020

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Wishart Street book and produce swap

By Catherine Watson

Monday April 20
I catch a glimpse of Onelia and Tiziano in Tank Hill, and we natter from afar. Onelia says Tiziano has been watching all the cooking shows with great attention but when she asked him to make her a three-course dinner he only offered a toasted sandwich.

A heading in my inbox grabs my attention: Temporary pause on redemption. An email from God? No, a message telling me I can’t redeem my Virgin frequent flyer points. Phew!

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Dinner is served

30/4/2020

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Bass Coast Local connects customers with
local food businesses.

By Catherine Watson

IT’S business, but not as usual, for our local cafes and restaurants. Now a home-grown website is doing its best to keep the customers coming while times are tough for so many.

Peta Wittig set up Bass Coast Local to bring together local food businesses and the people who want to support them during the COVID crisis.

Confined to home by the lockdown, she decided she needed to do something useful to keep herself away from daytime television. It seemed to her that while many people were keen to support local businesses it was difficult to find out what shops were open, when they were open, and what services and products they were offering.

So she set up Bass Coast Local, a website listing food businesses from Inverloch to Cowes, from Wonthaggi to Coronet Bay, and all parts in between.

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The virus diaries 3

17/4/2020

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My first loaf of bread, the lockdown loaf

By Catherine Watson

Saturday April 5
Chill Bill café has closed. Now my hairdresser. My cosy little world is disappearing. I email Lynne, my hairdresser: ”I'm looking forward to seeing how we’ll look in a couple of months when we're all cutting our own hair!” “Well I am hoping you won't look too amazing,” she responds.

I find half a packet of flour in my cupboard and make my first attempt at baking bread. It’s called a lockdown loaf and uses a stubby of beer instead of yeast. Takes about 5 minutes to mix and I bung it in the oven for 40 minutes. When it comes out I’m amazed. It actually looks like a loaf of bread. I cut a slice and slather it with butter. Delicious! I take a sample to Vilya, who promises to send me a review.

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The virus diaries 2

3/4/2020

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Dan Murphy's, not Wonthaggi!

By Catherine Watson

Monday March 23
The PM threatens to close bottle shops if people don’t stop panic buying, with predictable results.

Vilya calls in. (Yes, we maintained an appropriate distance.) The stories of despair are getting to her, and the idea that it may be months before she sees her young grandchildren.
I tell her to stop watching the TV news. All those numbers read out in those grave voices. This must be what it was like during the wars. Worse in an age when “news” is updated hourly and readers, watchers and listeners have to be constantly titillated by some new horror.

I miss the Sports Rorts Affair. Such a hoot between our two catastrophes. It seems so long ago.

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The virus diaries

20/3/2020

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Cartoon: Natasha Williams-Novak

By Catherine Watson

Saturday
SCOTT Morrison says it would be prudent for all of us to prepare for two weeks in isolation.

I make a mental list of things I couldn’t live without: gin, wine, tobacco, coffee, tea, proper bread, yoghurt. Dog and cat food. Fortunately the first three seem secure and I’m not worried about toilet paper. Sooner or later even the preppers and hoarders will reach peak toilet paper.

I visit my friends Linda and Terry and we swap fruit and stories. They tell me their sons are worried that Terry is vulnerable because he deals with the public. We’re amused by their concern. It’s the old and frail who are at risk from COVID-19, not us. Then we realise: “But we are the old!”

It reminds me of a joke our local GP Nola Maxfield tells: “What’s the definition of an alcoholic? Someone who drinks more than you do.” Old people are older than you.

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Damn you, John Mutsaers

5/3/2020

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Red Cage, by John Mutsaers, part of the "Infinite Birdcage" exhibition at ArtSpace.

By Catherine Watson

IN NOVEMBER, Inverloch artist John Mutsaers invited local writers to take part in his forthcoming exhibition at Artspace Wonthaggi.

He’d already commissioned Inverloch musician Mark Finsterer to compose the soundtrack for “The Infinite Birdcage”. Now he wanted local writers to engage with his work, which is based on the theme of freedom.

First he buttered up the would-be writers by declaring that writing was the highest form of art. An outrageous claim but a smart move! Then he issued his challenge:

“Writers, using my artworks as a catalyst, are invited to share their understanding of freedom in 2000 words or less,” he writes.

Mission accepted, John. I’ll give it a go.

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A blazing star

27/1/2020

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Free spirit: Ricardo Alves-Ferreira

By Catherine Watson

EVERYONE remembers the smile and the bear hug. Artist, sand sculptor, writer, photographer Ricardo Alves-Ferreira left his mark on Bass Coast in many ways but most of all with his exuberance and warmth.

Ricardo died on January 13 at the age of 59. Guests at his funeral, held at the Penguin Parade on Friday, were invited to wear colourful clothes in memory of a citizen who brightened the lives of many, including some of the most vulnerable people in our community.

Ricardo had his first heart attack at 37. It did nothing to stop his headlong pursuit of everything life had to offer. His friends and colleagues recall an original who inspired others to be true to themselves.

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