So last night I read Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsay (1967). I thought it would at least take me a week to read, but apparently it only took me six hours (with a break to pick up, make and eat dinner). I’ve had this book on my ‘to read’ list for years and finally bought it a few months ago – but never ended up with the time t read it before now! I remember seeing the film version (directed by Peter Weir, 1975) as a kid and I studied it in a film class last year, which encouraged me even more to read this book.

The basic plot of Hanging Rock is as follows: a group of Victorian school girls go on a picnic with two governesses to Hanging Rock. Four off the girls go on a walk to the Rock. Three are ‘lost’ there but one returns. It is later discovered one of the governesses also disappeared at this time. A week or so later (time is very precisely tracked in the text) one of the lost girls is found. But there is still mystery as no answers are given to what happened on the rock, or where the other lost women are now.

Hanging Rock is set in the natural landscape of Victoria at the actual place known as Hanging Rock. The book takes us back to 1900, before Federation, at a time when young ladies still spent time at boarding schools learning lady-like ’stuff’ (like art and dance and embroidery). The dress and manners of the characters are straight out of Victorian England, but infused with elements of the growing Australian identity.

The landscape itself is very much a character in this book. Having grown up in Australia (and having seen the film) it was extremely easy for me to picture the world in which Hanging Rock takes place. However, if you have not seen the film (which I believe is incredibly faithful to the text), therecently released Where the Wild Things Are is also filmed in a similar locale as this book is set.

Beginning on February 14th 1900, the story relies a lot on the theme of love and human relationships. Who loves who and how do they love them? What type of relationship do certain characters have with each other and the other people around them?

The eeriness of this book is overwhelming. I thought it was powerful in the film and it is stronger in the book (God bless the imagination!)

Mum had mentioned a quick ‘mug cake’ recipe that she wanted to try on the phone to me before D. and I visited Newcastle. While we were there (and when we weren’t busy eating birthday cake) Mum and I decided to take on the challenge of making the cake (whilst we were drinking). Needless to say the drinking did not help with our understanding of self raising flour and its effects.


Overflow in the microwave :D

Please note that this cake is in no way healthy or low cal!!!

Ingredients:
4 tablespoons cake flour
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons cocoa
1 egg
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons chocolate drops (optional)
splash of vanilla

Method:
Add dry ingredients to the mug and mix well
Crack an egg and add it to your mug
Pour in the milk and oil and mix well
Add the chocolate drops if you’ve got them, and a splash of vanilla essence too
Pop your mug into the microwave and zap for 3 minutes on maximum power (1000 watt)


Bon appétit!

While we were at Mum and Dad’s place in Newcastle, D. and I went to see 2012. It was a good movie and I wouldn’t mind seeing it again – just not pay for it again! It is a film you can wait to see on TV, so don’t rush out to see it. This film also has all of my number one fears combined into one, so if you have any niggling fears of flying or waves – do not see this movie on the big screen! I am so glad we were driving back to Canberra and not flying.

I described 2012 to Dad as follows: 2012 = War of the Worlds MINUS the aliens PLUS Noah’s Ark. You know it’s true.

I would also like to present 2012 with the “Award for the Most Filmic Symbolism Worked into one Movie.” Seriously. It could be a new drinking game.

Patch had a conundrum of a time today when he had to chose between being fascinated by the birds or bugging Mummy for her foil. Whatever is a little kitten to do?

On Saturday, D. and I drove to Gosford to visit J. (D.’s mummy) and ended up taking a trip to the Australian Reptile Park. I only took 193 photos on my iPhone that day. Yes – only. Needless to say the vast majority turned out to be awesomely poor quality. I need to re-invest in a proper camera!


On the road
(yes, I am so cool I am wearing a candy necklace)
(yes, it was delicious :) )


Trying to play Pooh Sticks in the little ‘creek’


One of many lizards


Some of many turtles
(and a lizard riding a turtle!!!)
(and maybe also my finger…)


Hugo and J.


Me bravely patting a baby roo
(I’m scared of them – shut up :P )


Then we watched a man talk about reptiles
(he is holding an alligator and just out of the left side
of the picture is the crocodile)


Then we saw some dingoes
(and this one had bypassed some barriers and was really close!)


And then I had to walk past an emu that was playing in a sprinkler
(I’m scared of them – shut up :P )


Apparently there were cassowaries
But we just thought it looked like Jurassic Park
(or that they were playing poker under the bridge)


And we gave a Bower Bird my blue pen lid for his bower


Better pic of his bower


I made some new feathered friends ;)


D. got eaten by a croc


We went inside the Spider House


I enjoyed the architectural features of the Reptile House


Miss Piggy – so cute :D


My obedient Bunny


Winner of the Cutest Bin Award


Winner of the Funkiest Bench Award


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