Hello, my name is Maggie. I would love to hear from you. My passions are family history research and photography. I travel to places in Australia, England, Scotland and Ireland. Many of my journeys are for family research purposes. I am an avid photographer. The photos I take always make my family story much more interesting. Cheers for now.
In 2013 I went to Jindabyne in the high country. This journey was years ago, however, I still have very fond memories.
I spent a couple of weeks walking in this lovely area in the high country several years ago. This was a challenging trip. I ventured to this area to help recover from a difficult work environment. I received a taste of bushwalking and stayed at a little cottage at lower heights and spend many days enjoying the clean fresh air of the Snowy Mountains. Such a beautiful place to be.
I observed nature; went fishing for trout and thoroughly enjoyed the peace and clean air. I also spent time laying on the various rocks, watching the skinks sunnying themselves. It was warm weather during this trip.
Much to my surprise I also achieved some abseiling under the watchful eye of a professional climber.
Jindabyne Rock was okay for me. Not too tough. I must admit that I was exhausted by the end of the day. This climb was mid morning. I finished off the day with short swim in Lake Jindabyne.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
My name is Maggie. I would love to hear from you. My passions are family history research and photography. I do hope you will enjoy travelling alongside me through my webpage.
Just press into the Search area and you find some of my genealogy journeys over the years.
My next big journey will be to Ireland where I will be researching in Dublin. I will be looking at the records of some of my first Irish arrivals to Australia.
Dia duit, is é mo ainm Maggie. Tá súil agam go mbainfidh tú taitneamh as mo chuid leathanaigh i mo Thurais le Ginealach. Is é mo phaisean na scéalta a bhaineann le stair mo theaghlaigh a insint.
Ballinrobe, County Mayo, Ireland
The first humans to inhabit the Flinders Ranges were the Adnyamathanha people (meaning “hill people” or “rock people”) whose descendants still reside in the area and the Ndajurri people who no longer exist. Cave paintings, rock engravings and other artifacts indicate that the Adnyamathana and Ndajurri lived in the Flinders Ranges for tens of thousands of years. Occupation of the Warratyi rock shelter dates back approximately 49,000 years. (courtesy Wikipedia / Flinders Ranges)
A personal experience – I gave myself a gift to clear my head after leaving my passion of working with the elders in aged care. I walked the Flinders Ranges, South Australia.
If you have the opportunity to visit the Flinders Ranges you will find clean fresh air, magnificent rock formations, flowers in unexpected places. You will also come across walking tracks and wildlife.
I camped in a swag and enjoyed the beautiful, crisp, icy mornings as well as stunning sunsets. I took many photographs and here an edited version of one, a couple of the camels.
They are aloof animals. They enjoy their space, can spit, and can ark up if another one of their kind gets too close.
Camels in the Flinders © Maggie Bain
Even today it is a remote place. As I was mounting the saddle on my camel one of her friends tried to bite my ride. Of course, my camel took offence and quickly started to stand up, knocking into my rib cage. I came off the saddle too. I was a bit sore that morning and wrapped by rib cage around several times with my long scarf. That night I slept with quite a lot of pain. Thank goodness for my travel scarf which I just happen to carry where ever I go. It always comes in handy for something.
The people I was walking with called the hospital, using satellite technique. The hospital was miles away. They reported there was no doctor was on deck and wouldn’t be for days.
It was even difficult getting into the swag. Days past, I continued to walk.
Continued on my journey, slept in pain, couldn’t lay flat in my swag, heard some gurgling sounds coming from my chest and decided it was best not to move around in the swag at night.
I was bruised and sore. It set me back somewhat, however, I loved that walk and campfires in the evening.
When I arrived back home in Victoria, I sort medical advice. Yes, I had several cracked ribs. There wasn’t much that could be done for that though. I had handled my injury in the best way really, by wrapping my scarf around my rib cage. Cracked ribs heal themselves. It took a while.
Well, I’m slowly getting used to this lovely language. I intend to be able to say a few words, greetings from Australia when I’m over in Ireland.
The clock is counting down. Everything booked. Just a few last minute details to attend to. I will be taking a walk with a small group around Eire very soon.
I’ll be taking loads of photographs in Connemara, Dublin, Mayo, Derry, Kilkenny and other places where my Irish families came from. I’m hoping to go right to the small towns where they lived. Of course, all of them travelled to the new world of Australia, America, Newzealand and one to Canada during the famine times. This trip will be a pleasure, nothing they suffered.
I’ve booked a literary pub crawl to listen to the poems and plays of famous literary giants – all played out in the places where they recited and acted. I am also looking forward to visiting Trinity College and viewing the Book of Kells. You can follow along with me. I will be posting regular updates.