. . . was recommended to us in Temora, 265 kilometres away, and had completely slipped our minds until we looked across the street in the centre of Bathurst . . . and there it was.
Inside we found the assistant organist practising and he was excellent. Not that I'm an authority on playing an organ but I stood and watched, spellbound. The original organ of 1885 was rebuilt in 1985. It has 2,000 pipes, three keyboards, heaven knows how many stops on either side of the keyboards, stops below the keyboards and thirty two pedals. I used to think I was clever to co-ordinate one hand and two feet to fly a glider. This guy was like an octopus, all ten fingers/thumbs working independently, his feet dancing about on all those pedals and occasionally one hand would shoot out like a striking snake to change the position of a stop, darting back to the keyboard before his other hand even noticed it had gone.
The organist was a really nice guy and was happy to explain everything to me, demonstrating how the instrument could emulate other instruments, change the mood from playful to funereal, boom out fit to lift the roof or become gentle, almost lulling the listener into a hypnotic state. The brochure states it is one of the best organs in the country.
Just outside the cathedral was a park on which stood three memorials. The centre one was a tall, brick carillon dedicated to the fallen of both world wars and the Korean, Malaysian and Vietnam conflicts.
The next day the Tour Director took us to the Chifley Dam which, following the damming of the Campbell River, supplied Bathurst with water . The dam was nothing to do with Ben Chifley but if you have a Prime Minister born in your town, you milk it for all it's worth.
There was nothing special about this dam. The wall had recently been raised to double the capacity of the resulting reservoir. The surrounding countryside was peaceful and very pretty, but again, nothing spectacular.
So: the note G in the fixed-doh system.
Fa: the note F in the fixed-doh system.
La: the note A in the fixed-doh system.
Where would I be without the Concise Oxford Dictionary? Totally lost, is the answer.
Sofala is a rather strange little place relying on tourism for its existence. Why strange? Well, look at this house:-
Then there's The Sofala Heritage Wall which has plaques, ostensibly recording "all the families who have lived in the Sofala district." The large plaque records the names of all who lived in the Sofala district in the year 2001, the sesqui-centenary anniversary of Sofala. (Don't bother looking it up, I already did. It means the 150th anniversary.)
In fact, the only resident of Sofala that we spoke to told us that he/she had refused to have his/her name on the plaque. If that is so, as a record, it was never complete.
MAKE BEERI thought it said until I enlarged it when I saw it reads
MAKE BEER NOT BOMBS.
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