CONTEST TIME IS UP!
Welcome to the Granite Glen pool…
It’s a vital part of the setup here, with long, hard, hot dusty days a regular occurrence
(and the men work pretty hard too! Heh
!). Just the knowledge that a place to cool down awaits our hard-workin
, tractor drivers, fence builders and truckies
helps no end with the general atmosphere in our (very big) workplace! The fact that the musterers
, tractor drivers and truckies
are usually the same few people makes it all the sweeter.
But this pool is a pretty special place for other reasons.
It has some serious history.
It’s one of the oldest pools in the region… more than 50 years old in fact!
It was the brainchild of my Dad.
He was just 18 years old, but had already been running this place
for over four years, when the hole was dug for this ‘water hole’. It was not
with my grandmother’s full support – I believe Dad actually pretended that the digging was for a dam for watering animals. I cannot imagine quite how that conversation went, after it became apparent that this hole
was perhaps a little too close to the house!
Anyway, after realising that a few logs would not provide the water-tightness required, Dad went in search of some more expert opinion and assistance. At the local pub, he discovered a gentleman who had some experience building pools on ships.
For days, he and this gentleman dug. Then carted sand. Then mixed up wheelbarrow-loads of cement which was wheeled into the big square hole. Then painstakingly formed up each load of cement with planks of wood. The faint marks of these boards are still visible on the walls of the pool. And the planks were turned into a fence which still runs along the bottom of our houseyard. Nothing gets wasted ’round here!
The pool – 17 metres by 6 metres and 2 metres deep at the deep end – would prove popular in this district. It has hosted many a party – family events, polocrosse
break-up days, birthday parties. And for almost four decades of it’s life it was UNFILTERED! You heard me. Basically, it was a glorified dam. Murky and mysterious. The leaves were scooped out, of course. No-one expected clear blue pools in those days. Mind you, the image of horrid cane toads floating around in the green rippling pool water (double and triple deck! Ewww
!) still haunt me to this day!
Thanks to my brother, who about ten years ago put his mind and efforts to plumbing the pool up to pipes and a sand filter, the pool is now a place that is pretty much toad and muck free. We give thanks every day for this particular upgrade!
Your blood is worth bottling Pig!
Of course, seeing as how Sven the Pool Boy refuses
to show his mug around these parts, it doesn’t always reach the heady level of clarity and blueness shown in this pic. Mr Incredible is required to wear Sven’s hat (because he doesn’t already have enough to do round here!) after I was sacked from the role (with a chronic inability to remember lever positions on pool pumps). I sometimes ask him to take his shirt off while performing this duty. He usually ignores me!
This is our Sven-in-training.
He is quite some way off being trusted with the mechanics of the pump and chemical distribution. Can you see why??
Of course, he gets plenty of mileage out of our water hole.
And his Mum does enjoy his enjoyment.
And he is pretty handy as a lifesaver too!
My little Violet (aka TLW) seems to appreciate his efforts (well most of the time!)
There is just one thing about the pool that visitors do need to bear in mind when they take a dip in our great pool, however.
It’s not the cane toads.
Or the green water.
Or the potentially shirtless pool boys.
Can’t see what I mean.
Well this brings me something I haven’t done for a while…
it’s MYSTERY PHOTO TIME!
Can you guess what this hole is for, right beside the pool?
Best answer wins a BB print of their choice.
Leave your entry in the comments section.
Contest finishes Friday, 8pm Aussie time.
Hint: we live very very close to Mother Nature here at Granite Glen.
Postscipt: I should have made it clear in the post that ACCURACY matters little or none in any Bush Babe contest. You WILL get the answer from me in good time. In the MEANTIME however, let your IMAGINATIONS rip. Go wild. Go free. Go crazy.
Ask yourselves: What MIGHT POSSIBLY be down that hole?
I need lots of silly ‘colour’ in the answers. I need descriptions that make me spit my coffee. Please?? Cause what I really need is more housework to do!
So, go your hardest people! Make me spit!