Posts Tagged ‘PK’

Phantom Koala and the Long and Short of Corporate Vision

October 5, 2009

Corporate Leadership and Koalas : search results at bluecray Environmental Search

Tweed Shire Koala Populations at candobetter.org – and some more updates about the threat from corporate myopia and Koala Populations HERE .

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The “Koala” is not just an ICON.

Koala Icon QLD : bluecray Environmental Search results .

Koala Icon NSW : bluecray Environmental Search results .

“Truth and Consequences” at Daniel Goleman’s website : Ecological Intelligence, Emotional Intelligence, Social Intelligence

In the following Koala Poem about Corporate Vision, Phantom Koala muses that the current vision is extremely MYOPIC. Land is cleared,  bargains are made and more Koala Habitat is lost. PK is waiting for Corporate Leadership to take the helm. Unfortunately, all he sees is self seeking gamesmanship, ego and deceit in many directions. Luckily, he has some good friends all around the world, and with his family and friends, he climbs up high to “see”…..
…………….corporate myopia

Phantom Koala does disappearance good
His developer enemies wish that he would
stop as a threat(ened), so their work can go on
now their money is dwindling ,  their wish list so long

They’ve complied with the standard of EIS, so –
why does the nod from the government slow?
And why does their sleep seem to toss turn and wake
they’ve paid their donations what more does it take?

Well PK’s protected. Their money can’t buy
his spirit or habit(at) since their money’s a lie.
And lies based on ego and greed and defense
are valued below more than just a few cents.

While PK’s dear forest friends rally to hear
how corporate greed is now seen by this seer
(This hero who travels through corporate land
and watches and listens to their hollow stand)

Ah –  there’s none oh so blind as as those that can see
yet miss this Koala who’s high in his tree.
And there’s none oh so blind as developers who
circle like madmen yet deny what they knew.

They vow that they’ll see all their money can buy
but PK and his friends see their actions so sly
PK has their myopic sights right in his frame
and sees on their shoulders all of the blame

For his dear friends’ home losses their habitats ‘dozed
And who’s sleeping well now this myth is near closed?
It’s PK and family and friends sitting high
above tree tops of love so they’ll always see “why”.

Phantom Koala (PK) wonders why, for all the badge selling, tracking and monitoring, big furry- suited people with tins and volumes of papers and documents, no corporation has stopped the great destruction of Koala Habitat in SE QLD and NE NSW. PK knows that he has Corporate Friends. PK also knows that the “Koala” is not just an ICON.

Native vegetation clearance, habitat loss and biodiversity decline – An overview of recent native vegetation clearance in Australia and its implications for biodiversity – references and CONTENTS . what was known back in 1995 . (Biodiversity Series, Paper No. 6 Andreas Glanznig, Biodiversity Unit Department of the Environment, Sport and Territories, June 1995) at Australian Dept. of the Environment, Water, Heritage and the Arts

PK Crossing Road on Tweed Coast, NE NSW, Australia

PK Crossing Road on Tweed Coast, NE NSW, Australia

Development on the Tweed Coast of NE NSW, in the Mt Warning Caldera Region of Australia is an example of Corporate Myopia

Australian Science at Work– some archived articles here that may be of interest

The Australian Government Department of the Environment, Water, Heritage and the Arts . and their Threatened Species Publications .

Urban Taskforce : and their Mission Statement…..

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Australia’s Threatened Species at the Australian Academy of Science .

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“Rescuing Remnants” at the National Library of Australia online .

Threatened remnant vegetation – search results at bluecray Environmental Search

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When Phantom Koala was Young

June 13, 2009

When Phantom Koala was Young

– A Koala Saga of the Mt Warning Caldera Region, Australia, the World…….this poem is dedicated to ALL the Koalas out there, doing the “hard yards”  in our “ridiculously good looking” urban, rural and recreational  expansions-

When Phantom Koala was still a youth his Mother left, and said in truth “I’ll make it to the Coastal tree, the one I love to eat. Yummie!”
“I’ll stay a month, then come right back”
(little knowing “they’d” change her track).
So off she went to her favourite tree.Goodbyes to PK and his Sisters three, she’d cross through Mooball – the forests there had fragrant leaves in the cool crisp air.
Then smelling the breeze of the ocean true she’d make her way with her corridor view
to her favourite tree, and it’s leaves so rare and then she’d spend a few weeks there.
Well,
Getting there was kind of rough
but PK’s Mama was very tough.
Her was was blocked by a tall steel screen
making her travel much longer – how mean!
So when she arrived – how her body did ache
from that extra long journey those roadworks did make.
However, once climbing her favourite tree,PK’s Mama felt happy and free.
She’d catch up on news of her cousins and friends as they sampled the leaves of the fine coastal blends.
Then later, as winds shifted northern and strong,her thoughts shifted also – to where she belonged.
With her children, the ranges – of Mooball and beyond.
Her tall homeland trees of which she was fond.
She could venture home now, and “Next Year”, she thought “I’ll show PK this way, although it’s not short.He can sample the trees of the coastal wetland and meet all his cousins – it will be really grand!”
Then sadly she found she was hopelessly caught.The route to her homeland was suddenly fraught
with DANGER – more FENCES – MACHINERY too……
PK’s Mama thought “Oh now what to do?”
SHe wandered for ages – for weeks up and down.
Running from people and dogs from a town.
She lost herself twice as she struggled to find
a way back to her hills and away from this bind.
So long did she struggle to find her way home,twice fleeing from males – big Koalas – so strong.
Blocked off from her country to which she belonged. Long nights did she call for her dear PK boy……
Then one winter’s night she heard an
“AHOY”
It was PK – her son but he sounded afar
Across the deep void of the roadway and tar.
He’d travelled some distance, to find her but then
the big roadway stopped him at a small shady glen,
So climbing heroically tall tree tops there
He heard his Mama through the clear coastal air
as she called out his name. They both ran to their fence.
Lives divided by wire, trucks and our “commonsense”.
So now that this epic resolves, I’ll show you
that PK and his Mother are still in the View,
but severity lingers with human road-forms
and houses, developments – all of our “norms”,
That split our dear HERO from his MOTHER in space.
And tho’ time heals his woes, no one argues his case.
Pk’s winter retreats to talk with his Mom
revive all his feeling of how she’s not “home”.
He’d share all his stories to those with an ear,
those people who’d see that it’s wrong just to “clear”.
Building fences and roadways to imprison his friends
(to Pk it seems that this pace knows no ends)
Yet in quiet midnight hours of his winter retreat…
His talks with his Mother – of memories sweet….
YET – NEVER to touch her, nor sit with her close.
BIG ROADS AND BIG FENCES – they do more than you suppose!

When Phantom Koala was still a youth,

his Mother left and said in truth

“I’ll make it to the Coastal tree, the one I love to eat. Yummie!”

“I’ll stay a month, then come right back” (little knowing “they’d” change her track).

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So off she went to her favourite tree.Goodbyes to PK and his Sisters three, she’d cross through Mooball – the forests there had fragrant leaves in the cool crisp air. Then smelling the breeze of the ocean true she’d make her way with her corridor view to her favourite tree, and it’s leaves so rare and then she’d spend a few weeks there.

Well,

Getting there was kind of rough

but PK’s Mama was very tough.

Her way was blocked by a tall steel screen

making her travel much longer – how mean!

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So when she arrived – how her body did ache

from that extra long journey those roadworks did make.

However, once climbing her favourite tree,PK’s Mama felt happy and free. She’d catch up on news of her cousins and friends as they sampled the leaves of the fine coastal blends.

Then later, as winds shifted northern and strong,her thoughts shifted also – to where she belonged. With her children, the ranges – of Mooball and beyond.  Her tall homeland trees of which she was fond.

She could venture home now, and “Next Year”, she thought “I’ll show PK this way, although it’s not short.He can sample the trees of the coastal wetland and meet all his cousins – it will be really grand!”

But sadly she found she was hopelessly caught. The route to her homeland was suddenly fraught

with DANGER – more FENCES – MACHINERY too……

PK’s Mama thought “Oh now what to do?”

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She wandered for ages – for weeks up and down.

Running from people and dogs from a town.

She lost herself twice as she struggled to find

a way back to her hills and away from this bind.

So long did she struggle to find her way home,twice fleeing from males – big Koalas – so strong. Blocked off from her country to which she belonged.

Long nights did she call for her dear PK boy……

Then one winter’s night she heard an

“AHOY”

It was PK – her son but he sounded afar

Across the deep void of the roadway and tar.

He’d travelled some distance, to find her but then

the big roadway stopped him at a small shady glen,

So climbing heroically tall tree tops there, he heard his Mama through the clear coastal air as she called out his name. They both ran to their fence.

Lives divided by wire, trucks and our “commonsense”.

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So now that this epic resolves, I’ll show you that PK and his Mother are still in the View, but severity lingers with human road-forms and houses, developments – all of our “norms”,  that split our dear HERO from his MOTHER in space.  And tho’ time heals his woes, no one argues his case.

Pk’s winter retreats to talk with his Mom revive all his feeling of how she’s not “home”.

He’d share all his stories to those with an ear, those people who’d see that it’s wrong just to “clear”.

Building fences and roadways to imprison his friends  (to Pk it seems that this pace knows no ends)

Yet in quiet midnight hours of his winter retreat…

His talks with his Mother – of memories sweet….

YET – NEVER to touch her, nor sit with her close.

BIG ROADS AND BIG FENCES – they do more than you suppose!

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if you want to find out How Phantom Koala earned his “Hero” status, by travelling to find his mother who had become trapped in Kings forest on the Tweed Coast of NE NSW, Australia, read the second  Koala poem about him at bluecray.org –    “There is a Way

Phantom Koala and the Australian National Reserve System Strategy 2009-2030

June 2, 2009
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Free F'all

The Australian National Reserve System holds some of the last great refuges in the world for Australian Flora and Fauna. The Mt Warning Caldera Region contains some of these Australian National Reserves.

Australia’s National Reserve System Strategy 2009-2030 has been announced as part of the Australian Government’s determination to safeguard the biodiversity of our precious native plants and animals.

The link to download the Australian National Reserve System Strategy 2009-2030 is HERE.

And how does the Australian National Reserve System help our friend, Phantom Koala?

Perhaps that is something you should look into for yourself!

Gold Coast City and Hinze Dam (top, middle) Springbrook, Mt Warning and Lamington Plateau (bottom), SE QLD, Australia

Gold Coast City and Hinze Dam (top, middle) Springbrook, Mt Warning - Numinbah Valley or "Devil's Country" is in the centre - and Lamington Plateau (bottom), SE QLD, Australia.

Kings Forest Cobakai Lakes Proposals – clearing the house

March 25, 2009

Monkey wonders why Phantom Koalas threatened friends at Kings Forest arent as popular to save by the people, as the monkey on the front page of the Sydney Morning Herald

Monkey wonders why Phantom Koala’s threatened friends at Kings Forest aren’t as popular to save by the people, as Taronga Zoo’s little Francois Langur monkey on the front page of the Sydney Morning Herald this week – “Why Me” :  Corina Smith’s animal advocacy photos, taken in China.

As a piscean monkey, I can relate to this picture (above) that my friend took in China a few years back.This regards the future of the animals that now live in the Kings Forest area. If Kings Forest and Cobakai Lakes developments should go ahead, then the animals that live there, as part of their habitat range, will be, in effect, imprisoned, like the monkey above!!

This will occur, should development be allowed to proceed, and the required lifelines to the threatened species become cut, altered, threatened, cleared or overwhelmed by infrastructure and golf course/development, catchments alteration and traffic.

Here is a mini clearinghouse for Bluecray’s “Kings Forest Proposals” Articles.

Links to the abandoned Francois Langur Monkey – “Francois Langur monkeys subsist mainly on leaves with fruit, buds, flowers, seeds, stems and bark providing supplements. They drink very little water”

A Balance of Faeries – revisited

March 9, 2009

** before you read this article, have a quick look here – Story : Koalas in SE Queensland, Australia. Dec 2008**,  HERE  , and last of all HERE : Draft South East Queensland Koala State Planning Regulatory Provisions  .   

Faerie tales are stories of imagination, folklore and historical heresay. Many faerie stories can have deeper meanings behind their outer words. Now perhaps you do not believe in faeries . You may think that faeries are merely symbolic adornments in childhood books, movies and from cultures of a bygone age.

Now that you are grown up, you may be quite sure that faeries, santa clause and the easter bunny are not real. Or, you may have your own ideas about faeries, that no one else seems to have at all.

Well, all that aside, if you have some time to spare, have a read of my story below. It is a true story, and it has no faeries in it at all. Well… there is just one reference to faeries – right near the end.

My story takes place on the Marburg Range, some 35 kms west of Brisbane on the east coast of Australia. The year is 1989…..

Part One: The Afternoon

The afternoon was peaceful, broken only by the sounds of cicadas , and scrub birds , as they settled into their nesting trees for the evening ahead. A bulldozer came slowly up the dusty road. Grinding noisily, its metal tracks, and steel chains broke the quiet of the afternoon. The bulldozer stopped outside my little farmhouse, high up on the ridge.

Then the unthinkable happened.

The first large tree to go creaked mournfully, its roots loosening eerily from the soil, in passive opposition to the bulldozer’s strength.

The second large tree gave even less opposition, and the native bushes, herbs and grasses beneath were pushed into a tangled pile, flattening the unseen creatures that inhabited the narrow road verge. Birds’ nests fell. The koalas‘ food and roadside refuge was gone. Lizards, marsupials and baby birds of the understorey had little hope of survival.
The living wonder of the road verge was to be destroyed in 30 minutes, by over a million years honed into the diesal powered steel of the bulldozer.

My heart ached for the bush creatures and their homes.
Their lives, so cruelly flattened and trashed.

At first, my screaming thoughts wanted me to yell at the bulldozer driver “STOP!!! STOP!!- you are killing so many defenseless beautiful creatures and plants!!”
Instead, I stood transfixed in disbelief, watching the dozer fell the third tree then the fourth, fifth, sixth – on and on, up the road verge, heading to the top of the ridge.
Those brief moments of hearing that bulldozer do its work, they would change my life forever.

Spirit reeling, I tried to conceive how such a thing could be happening! No one else was watching – just me and the bulldozer driver. So much destruction of so much life taking place.

No one cared. No one cared at all. And if they did, well, what could they do?

This was not a large forest, protected by vigilant activists, prepared to chain themselves to trees. My heart began to ache, beyond this mindless act, to all the other places on earth that were silently witnessing the same destruction.
As a powerless observer, my anger and helplessness grew, and I did not know where to channel it.

The bulldozer driver did not realise. It was his job, and he had a family to feed. I could not be angry at him. But still my anger grew, threatening to consume me.

I needed a quick respite, a quick solution, to temper this anger – turning it into love.

Then a thought came suddenly to me. I could store this anger, transforming it with love, to hold deep in the base of my body, deep below my stomach. I could store this energy and use it, lovingly, thoughtfully, creatively, in future days, months, years and decades, as a power source. A power source dedicated to generating compassion and love, for nature’s bounties, gifted to humanity. What a big ask of myself! But then again, I could not deny this event.
I would remember this day for eternity. The day the grey boxes fell before the bulldozer.

As the bulldozer driver stopped to reconnect some chains, I went over to him, and asked of him ” Why do you clear this stretch of land? Do you realise that this soil is highly dispersive – it washes away so easily with rain that the land here is riddled with deep sub terranean holes? The aspect is so harsh, that without adjoining vegetation ( I pointed to the adjacent overgrazed paddock ) this road verge will not recover for many decades”.

He replied ” The owner of the property up the road wishes to put in electricity. Power lines are coming through. He is connecting power to that little quarter acre block, at the top of the ridge, so that he may sell it more easily”. And that was that. Legally ok!! Socially sanctioned.

After years of living on this range, I had grown to deeply respect the earth, and the natural balances that permeated through it. The harshness of the climate, at times, sent alternating flash flooding, and merciless drought. Fire could spring up quickly, within the badly managed vegetation and the lower valleys had became choked with salted soils and slow running creek water that resemble the sea in it’s saltiness.

The Eucalypts, with their long roots sunk deep into the earth, drew the water that lay in the rocky aquifers beneath. This was third generation regenerated bushland (from the clearing of the past 150 years) giving homes to many native animals. Beneath the box and red gums, grew all manner of remnant dry vine scrub plants, interspersed with the wildy spreading, naturalised weeds, that had arrived with agrarian settlement.
Silvereyes and double-barred finches nested in the hoop pines, blue wrens frequented the scrubby understoreys, koalas clamboured lazily tree to tree, goannas and snakes made frequent appearances, and after the rains, the frogs sounded in the dams and gullies along the side of the ridge.

Part Two: The evening

That evening, I suffered a disquiet that I had never known before. Falling asleep, my tears for the defenceless roadside homes turned into a dream. This dream eventually woke me. Such forces in a dream I had never experienced before.

I dreamt that I was in my little farm house, with my family. Suddenly a great wind tore through the house, ripping doors from hinges, hurling furniture to the walls. Our lives were in peril. The house was being destroyed by something so great, and invisible, that in the dream, my husband called to me, “Get the children, we must escape – we shall be killed!!”.

Now, in our dreams, we can be a hero, that in waking life, seems absurd.

Holding my husband back with one arm, I cried “NO! I can see what is happening – it is all coming from the bookcase” . I ran to our bookcase, which spanned the length of the living room wall, high to the ceiling, crammed with books, all tightly packed together, against the entire wall.

The wind was now of tornadic proportions, as I fought desperately to get near the bookshelf. I searched frantically for the source of the wind. There it was! Funneling through a small gap, on the bottom shelf. This was the only gap in the bookshelf that lined the wall and the wind was howling out of it, tearing past me and ripping my home apart.

“I know what to do” I cried, and kneeling down, desperately searched the floor for the missing book, that had fallen from the bookshelf, to stop this gap , and block the fierce wind.

The gap was so small, and the wind coming through it seemed to have no end. My hands felt about, on the floor. THERE it was, the book!!

I held it in my right hand, and pushed it back into the hole in the bookshelf. The strain was enormous, the wind so strong. I summoned all my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual strength to push that book back in, and suddenly there it was, back in place.

The wind stopped. But I was utterly spent – physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. The effort woke me from the nightmare, worn and exhausted. As I awoke, I knew that the name of this book must be remembered, this little book that held so much force at bay. In my waking, lucid moments, I frantically tried to decipher the tiny print on the cover. Oh, it was so hard to read, and I was waking fast. But YES, there it was! I could see it written on the cover – “A Balance of Faeries”.

I woke up, exhausted.

Part Three: The morning

There is not much more to say now. The dream has been recorded.

This dream has had a profound influence on how I view the world and share my view with others.

My place, within the natural processes that the world has gifted me, seems very small, insignificant. But, like that tiny book, in that great big bookshelf of my dream, small, seemingly insignificant parts of a much greater collective can have far reaching consequences.

The tiny, “non- significant” parcels within our delicately balanced environment can have an critical part to play in survival of all living things on earth.

The collective knowledge of mankind (the bookshelf) holds such power behind it, that should the knowledge not be complete, the power that is held can escape, creating havoc and untold destruction.

Part four: The return

I have since returned to visit the Marburg Range, some months back, before the 2008 summer rains drenched it once again, and after many years of drought, harsh winds and relentless sun. The road verge leading to the top of the ridge is bare, no trees have grown back yet, and no koalas, birds or marsupials could be seen on the narrow strip that was cleared so suddenly, 20 years ago.

With biodiversity comes the ability for our ecological systems to withstand the greater forces of nature – wind, sun, rain, fire, cold, heat. With knowledge and understanding of the smaller, delicate portions of nature, comes an ability to hold back the greater forces that great knowledge exposes us to.

It is time to wake up.

Links:

Queensland State of the Environment 2007 download at the Qld Government Environmental Protection Agency website

New South Wales State of the Environment Report 2006 download at the NSW Department of Environment & Climate Change website

  • Download the Soil Conservation Act 1986 – This Queensland Act for Soil Conservation has been in place since 1986 – yet the SE Queensland Region is still undergoing landclearing, ecological degradation and water pollution at unsustainable levels for the future population’s well being.

Roadsides, Powerlines & Stock Routes:

a few more interesting links:

  • North East Rainforest Alliance NEFA – homepage –

Some historical reading about Forests in NE NSW:

  • old NEFA site ? try the NEFA homepage

and finally, some more Blue Crayfish Links from bluecray.org :-

Bluecrays, Crayfish, Blue Crayfish Links

18-06-2008

PK, Litoria & Chin Ting have a look at the big picture, along with the Python, Spangled Drongos & other Wildlife that live by the roads in the Mt Warning Caldera Region, Australia.

Logan and Albert Conservation Association : KOALAS  

Follow candobetter.org for information about KOALAS – they have compiled  great info, links, articles, and brief recent history concerning KOALAS and the QUEENSLAND Government and DEVELOPMENT trends 

Holiday time for PK & Litoria, near Egg Rock

March 4, 2009

PK , the Phantom Kola & Litoria the tiny Rocket Frog, go for a holiday near Egg Rock  in the Numinbah Valley, Gold Coast Hinterland, SE QLD Australia.

They meet with some challenges along the way:

Lots of hot sunny hills, even hotter roads, sprayed fence and creek lines, mowed grass habitats with barking dogs, a fierce hail storm,  brushcutters, more dogs and concreted, bare waterholes!

Eventually , just when they think they are safe, PK discovers…….the HIGHWAY! and Litoria, lost in a road drain tries to find a hiding spot from a snake. 

Eventually, they meet up at the roundabout. Food and shelter is getting sparse. If only Chin Ting, the little dragonfly would arrive, and give them directions! 

 

PK & Litoria the Frog meet at the roundabout. They have been facing strenuous peril on their holiday north across the coastal border of NSW & QLD. Hopefully Chin Ting (the dragonfly) will arrive, and save the day!

PK & Litoria the Frog meet at the roundabout. They have been facing strenuous peril on their holiday north across the coastal border of NSW & QLD. Hopefully Chin Ting (the dragonfly) will arrive, and save the day!

PK (Phantom Koala) ponders past Pottsville for Food

March 2, 2009

Phantom Koala journeys up the Tweed Coast, in the Northern Rivers of NSW (NE NSW, Australia). Miraculously, he has crossed the Pacific Highway near Mooball, and he is on his way to meet with his family and friends near Kings Forest.

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Phantom Koala, facing off with the Moneybags, as he negotiates his way north, from beyond Pottsville towards Kings Forest.  

Meanwhile, Chin Ting  (the Dragonfly) is confident that the Estuarine areas of the Tweed Coastline will not be forgotten. She points out to PK that rising sea levels will change this coastline in the future, and hopefully there will be enough wetland remnants to re-populate the rising watertables and wetlands areas of the beautiful catchments along the lowlands.

PK asks Chin Ting  about the Catchments here, on the Tweed Coast, and what are the best estuarine vegetation lines to follow. He is concerned because everything keeps changing so suddenly. His head is beginning to spin.

Chin Ting says ” I guess no one has told you what is going on! You must learn to pay attention! Those trees are going soon, these ones are staying, these ones will die back from changed water table levels, and the trees further on were cleared yesterday AND, this water table is changing, this water hole is going, that area is designated road, and soon there will be thousands of people there, as well!!!” .  No one knows what the quality of the underground water table is like and your cousins, 21 times removed, down in Victoria,  are still making the headlines in  fire news, all over the world”.

The little dragonfly is gasping, glowing with anticipation ……

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PK’s head spins even more.

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Chin Ting Continues, a wave of enthusiasm causing her to glow brightly in the sunlight…”Yes PK, times are changing, but no one’s keeping up, and everyone is pretending that they are.  Everybody is concerned about the world, but saying development must go one…. like.. “always something cooking, but nothings in the pot”…. oh dear, that makes me think of the Catchment Management, Regional Planning and Developmental Planning Workshops……..and the meetings with moneybags.”

“Lets get going, it’s a long journey ahead, and since we have no newspapers, Geospatial Information or maps and departmental planning reports to read – let alone understand or believe, we don’t know what is going on up ahead, and the weather looks like it is going to change, again!”