Flicks, movies, cinema, magic on the big screen

by Sue Trollip

Way, way back we had a station wagon and on Saturday nights the family would drive 20 minutes down the road to the drive-in. Ah yes, those were the days – Bugs Bunny, popcorn and a blanket in the back of the car – then I’d pass out, I assume my siblings followed shortly thereafter and Mom and Dad got to watch their movie.

I love movies. It may stem from those memories. It may be that I  enjoy an escape from reality. I don’t mind the reasons behind it, all I know is that I need to watch them on that huge screen, often.

Near me now, is a lovely cinema on the river, with free parking. It has a charm to it that I’m not sure how to describe – it’s down town and earthy – I suppose that does it.

There’s also the luxury theatre that sells cold beer, red wine and nachos, as well as coke and popcorn with your movie ticket. But the best part is the reclining seats. Like the comfort of home with a screen the size of … well way bigger than your TV.Galaxy Luxury+ IMAX Legends - Sparks, NV, United States. Awesome sunset walking up to the IMAX! Had to snap a photo

And whooohoo, there’s a drive-in too … duvets in bakkies, deck chairs and pillows, snacks, drinks and staying awake for the whole movie.

West Wind El Rancho 4 Drive-In - Sparks, NV, United States. Drive-in at sunset. Almost movie time.

Now I just have to decide where I’m going to watch the movie of Jojo Moyes book: Me Before You. It will have to be somewhere closeby where I can weep waterfalls then go home and hide under my duvet with a cup of tea.

And … very shortly after that I will go and watch The Meddler with Susan Sarandon. Just to keep things on an even keel. And because I think Susan Sarandon is fabulous.

Oooh … good times ahead.


Port Macquarie – the Perfect NSW Getaway

By Susan Roberts

At the end of March I found myself in Port Macquarie, NSW, for two days. The third stop on our epic road trip, this seaside town was a true delight. We had left far behind us the tall buildings and racy lifestyle of the Gold Coast, and in their place was a tranquil town where the trees were taller and more plentiful than the buildings, which is exactly how we felt it should be.

The atmosphere for our stay there was firmly set on our first evening with a visit to the local observatory. Joining a few others, we lined up outside the modest building, watching as the domed roof swivelled into place, a panel slid back and the enormous telescope peeked out at the stars.

IMG_4089Once inside, we lost ourselves in those stars for a few hours. Despite the lofty subject matter, the members of the organisation that runs this venue were down-to-earth, friendly and informative. Clearly their public evenings are a well-known local attraction, and several children in the audience were a good deal more informed than my companion and I!

First we gazed at Orion’s Belt through the telescope, then watched a PowerPoint presentation which pointed out to us just how miniscule and insignificant our tiny blue planet is in the greater universe. All this might have made us feel less than important, were it not for the attitude of everyone in the little building. The whole town seemed to be saying: “If we’re that small, then let’s just enjoy being small and continue to be nice to each other.”

We also watched an amusing video about how a female astronaut in the space station washes her hair in zero gravity. The organisers rounded off the evening with another look through the telescope, this time at Jupiter. Our walk back to the hotel was chilly, but we were oblivious, our heads turned up to the heavens, gazing at the stars with new appreciation.

The following morning dawned warm and bright, and we set off from the simply named Town Beach on a long walk down the coast from one beach to the next. Not since the Otter Trail back in South Africa have I seen such magnificent coastal scenery as I did that day.

IMG_4097Sadly, my level of fitness did not match the level I had when doing said Otter Trail thirteen years ago. By the time we reached Flynn’s Beach, two and a half kilometres later, we had both had more than enough exercise, so we took a (very expensive) bus back to our hotel.

That afternoon we drove to the Koala Hospital which has an open viewing at 3 pm every day. The hospital itself is set in the tree-rich grounds of an historic Victorian home called Roto House. The koala hospital is run almost entirely by volunteers, and their care and attention to these lovely little creatures is awe-inspiring.


Most injuries to koalas are from cars, dogs or fire, and several of the animals we saw will never be re-released back into the wild because some of their injuries include loss of a leg, loss of some claws or partial loss of eyesight, but they are comfortable, happy and well-looked after where they are.


On the same property, Roto House was once the home of the Flynn family – after whom the aforementioned beach was named. The style of architecture, furnishings, and personal belongings gave us a nostalgic but vivid idea of what life was like in the time before World War 1 took the Flynn family’s sons away and left most of their daughters without husbands.

To anyone who is planning a holiday on the coast of New South Wales, I would highly recommend a few days in Port Macquarie. And if you’re there on a Wednesday night, don’t forget to visit the observatory – it’s well worth it!

Bhuki Boys Bake

by Jac Dowling

Having started this piece, I realised that you had an eyeful of our Bhuki boys earlier this year, but I shall plough on regardless and turn to plan b5.

Yesterday was one of the few 5th Fridays of the year, so we assembled a Boys team to run Bhuki and sell as many things to eat and drink as possible.   And they did – R1 010s worth which very nearly beat therecord of R1 020 last week.   This time we had a retired lawyer, one professor (ret) and one recently retired very special guy who made me pots and pots of Rooibos to help with the amount of chat required when selling tea tickets.   And – their mates came along to support them and ‘spot maar ‘n bietjie’.  Which was great but – the greatest was that we had ten littlies come in with mums and grans.   They raced into the children’s section, chose books, washed their hands and sat down to chocolate cake and other goodies.   So, it’s not just an Outoppies happening.   Thankfully.



And – the Hermanus Times has given us a monthly bi-lingual column Bhuki Hoeki. I  write 100 bi words and Hettie does the 100 lingual ones, so it’s all go at the moment, and we can let everyone know what’s happening.   And – (repetition jac) the Lions Operation Brightsight specs collection is gaining impetus; to date we’ve delivered 4 bags to Specsavers who sort them and deliver to Lions.

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So, having eaten absolutely everything on offer, including my rather soggy sausage rolls, I thought, for a change, I’d pass on a really favourite Bhuki recipe for you to try.   It’s seriously easy or I wouldn’t attempt it.

Jenny’s Savoury Tart

2 chopped tomatoes
1 large chopped onion
1 cup grated cheese
200ml flour
10ml baking powder
1pkt bacon (+-200g)
20ml milk
2 beaten eggs
120ml oil
Can also add anything else – peppers, whatever.

Gently fry  onion etc
Beat eggs and mix everything together
Add salt and pepper (I used cayenne – prudently)
Bake 180 +- 30 mins.

And that dear readers and scribes, is about it from a somewhat unimaginative me.   I’d planned a response to Penny’s Exmoor idyll, but need to read more of Lorna Doone first.   Perhaps she’s like to take a savoury tart on the flight home – better than what she was handed in Dubai!


Pictures – freedigitalphotos.net


Are we there yet?

by Sue Trollip

Wildflowers! That’s what I want to see, but apparently it’s still too early in the season. I’d need to go to warmer climes for that – and that’s just not possible right now. So instead Sheila and I headed out to Sagehen to see the ‘almost’ blooming buds of spring.


We experienced a little heat and a lot of cold wind, but look at that beautiful sky.


And all the glorious water – can we say, bye bye drought yet?

Sagehen Creek Trail is supposedly a ten kilometre walk, pretty flat too and because of the galloping stream the trail is full of very happy dogs. We were asked if we had a permit to be on the trail without a dog, ha! Next time I shall take Harry, not a hound that likes the water much he will nevertheless be in his social element, and that fluffy mutt does love to run.

The end loop of the trail was lush, green and too wet to sit down. It was also too cold to stay still, but it was a pleasing hint of the joys of summer … just around the corner now.