When I visit my brother, Barry, in the nursing home, I usually only stay for about an hour. Any more is very wearing for both of us. I then go for a meander for two hours, and come back for another hour visit. I do this on consecutive days.
So, I was meandering, sans map, and found this little gem on the quiet end of Hastings Street. It is a store like this that pulls a city slicker up with a thud! It is a petrol station. It is a garage. But it is more. It is one of the essential types of small business that are the life blood of a country town: the stock and station agent; the grain store; the saddler; the veterinarian. They do things differently on the land.
Look at that facade. Reminds me of the drawings of houses that 5 year olds come up with - a bit face-like. For some reason, this store-front reminds me of that old film by Peter Bogdanovich called 'The Last Picture Show'. Can't think why. Something lurking in the deep recesses of my poor brain. Which reminds me, and the link is tenuous: I saw "The Iron Lady' over the break. Streep is remarkable, and it annoys me that Margaret & David said she was 'impersonating' Thatcher. What else does an actor do, but impersonate? But, there was something that gnawed at my poor old brain again. I tend to think the script was inadequate. Does that sound like I'm up myself?
Streep was excellent, as was Broadbent. As were the pair of young actors who played (impersonated) young Maggie and Denis. And I did not pick up that it was biased, either to the right or to the left. But it was nearly all from the perspective of the demented 85 y.o. Thatcher. And I am not sure how accurate that point-of-view can be. How can anyone be sure what is going through the mind of someone with dementia? I think I kept on wanting it to get on with the bloody story. Let's have some barricades, and blood on the streets. Well, there were the two bombings ...
Nothing to do with Wauchope ... but ... it came into my head ... early signs ... perhaps?