I've been caught up with family history research again...you know how one little thing niggles away at you (or it's most likely the departed jumping up and down and screeching in your ear, demanding attention) so I've been pottering away at one of the ancestors and am slowly but surely uncovering a great deal of his life.
He was in the 39th Regiment of Foot, became a policeman then, barely 3 months later was bashed and battered severely by a crowd of drunken soldiers on Xmas Eve in front of his wife and child.
Hauled off to hospital in a bad way...bit of a gap....discharged from police...bit of a gap....died in the Benevolent Asylum aged 56.
Still to find out what happened to the soldiers or how long Charles was in hospital or what he did to support his family afterwards.
One son became the licensee of the Light House Hotel, corner Sussex and Bathurst Sts, Sydney (now long gone, can't find a photo of it) and it appears Charles' dad may have been booted out of the Old Dart to make old bones of 75 in Oz in 1806.
HUGE thank you to Andrew who inspired me to get off mine arse and back into the saddle of my bike after posting these lovely pics of the Outer Circle Rail Trail; I've cycled that stretch many times but not ridden anywhere for over 12 months (I'm ashamed to say) and the urge to get back to cycling was born with those lovely photos.
Taking it slowly to build up the muscles and stamina again, feeling ok after yesterdays jaunt around a large block of Hughesdale via a garage sale down a side street.
Today in 1911 a slight earthquake was felt in the south eastern 'burbs of Melbourne with " distinct vibration of buildings and rattling of windows in East Melbourne, South Yarra and Toorak"
Not window rattling!
The coast of Westralia was awash with the effects of a tsunami (origins unknown, the waves weren't talking) on this day in 1885.