Sad to say, but the Hills Hoist is becoming rare these days. Have you ever watched a way of life passing and no one seems to care?
Once the Hills Hoist was synonymous with our way of life and every backyard across the continent had one. Usually with a few socks and a towel to dry in the wind.
My generation grew up agile, lean and lissome from countless hours swinging around and around. I would start at the back door, take a deep breath, break into a long, loping run and then literally fly through the air, across the rhubarb patch, to grasp the bars in one fluid movement. We all did.
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The mighty Huon pine, with its exquisite smell, dominates the southern rainforest wilderness.
The Red, Black and Gold of the Indigenous Australian Flag sprang from passionate times.
They have been spotted in every Australian state, huge black catlike creatures that prowl the remote regions of our vast mountain ranges and hidden valleys.

Australians have a tradition of spinning yarns. The stories are, of course, all true. Mostly.
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