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deutschen Kino-Adaption der britischen Kult-Serie „Catweazle“ sind abgeschlossen. Um das gebührend zu feiern, gibt es nun ein erstes Bild. Bayldon (). Im Hintergrund Foto von ihm als Catweazle mit Glühbirne in der Hand: Nach Ansicht des Magiers eine Flasche in der durch Zauberkraft. Von 19wurden zwei Staffeln der britischen Serie Catweazle produziert, die nicht nur in England sondern auch hierzulande.

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Zudem sind die jahrzehntealten Episoden — mit Ms Edge Deinstallieren melancholischen Blick auf vergangene Kindheitstage und einem lachenden Auge auf die simplen filmtechnischen Mittel — in gewisser Weise unvergessen. Harold anerkannte dagegen seinen Vater als Respektsperson lückenlos an. Die Erstausstrahlung dieser vom London Weekend Television LWT produzierten Serie lief landesweit auf dem britischen Privatsender ITV am Der zwölfjährige Förstersohn Benny Julius Weckauf entdeckt Star Trek Der Schlafende Tiger seinem Keller den kauzigen Magier Catweazle Otto Waalkesder sich versehentlich aus dem
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Catweazles Zeitsprünge basieren nicht auf zuverlässiger Zauberei, sondern vielmehr auf Zufällen. Er hat einige negative Wesenszüge, was auch Merlin aufweist.

Oft hat Catweazle schlechte Laune, ist reizbar und wirkt arrogant, stiehlt und flucht zudem. Sein Grinsen hat böse, koboldhafte und dämonische Züge und verstärkt seine negativen Auftritte.

Er nutzt wie auch Merlin Schwarze Magie. Wie bei Merlin bleibt bei Catweazle die persönliche Vergangenheit völlig im Dunkeln.

Der giftelnde Sohn der tyrannischen Haushälterin in der Serie hat sicherlich nicht zufällig den Namen Arthur. Wie bei Catweazle das magische Hexermesser Adamcos eine Rolle spielt, ist dies auch in der Artus-Sage von König Artus und dem mythischen Schwert Excalibur der Fall.

Von Merlin war das Schwert durch einen Stein bzw. Amboss getrieben worden. Die Technik hat sich inzwischen rasant weiter entwickelt und es ist ein Blick des Zuschauers in eine technische Vergangenheit — hauptsächlich der er-Jahre.

Es wird in dieser Zeit andere Mode getragen und weniger gestelzt gesprochen als zu späteren Zeiten, doch machen die zahlreichen, immer noch modernen Ideen die Staffeln zeitlos.

In einer Besprechung auf phantastik-news. Viele der Plots basieren auf Wortwitz. Das klassische Screwball-Komödienelement ist mit viel Feingespür modernisiert und in ein phantastisches Gewand gesteckt worden.

Diese Mischung lässt sich trotz aller Altersspuren immer noch gut ansehen und zeigt die Überlegenheit der originellen britischen Fernsehserien für jugendliche Zuschauer gegenüber dem Einheitsbrei der deutschen Dreikanalgesellschaft.

Etwas, das wir lieben würden. Und das Ihr alle, die dafür entscheidend zu spät geboren wurdet, vermutlich irgendwie nicht so recht nachvollziehen könnt.

Hier ist mal nicht unser aller Hund definitiv treuester Begleiter, sondern eine Kröte namens Kühlwalda, ein etwas kühler, nur scheinbar Undefinierbares quakender und ergo umso klügerer Hausfreund, dessen pockige Optik nicht von seinem besonderen magischen Charme ablenken sollte.

Peinliche Gags, verwaschenes Bild, schlechte Schnitte. Gutes Gefühl. Heute wird mir in Kinderbüchern und -serien zu viel gemordet. Kennen Sie Twig oder Artemis Fowl?

Das Ding ist doch ziemlich primitiv gemacht. Vor allem ging es um die Frage: Wie kann, trotz aller Verschiedenheit, trotz aller Probleme, menschliches Zusammenleben gelingen?

Die Antwort: mit Humor. Eltern empfanden die Geschichten wohl als pädagogisch wertvoll, weshalb man nie lange betteln musste, um die Glotze einschalten zu dürfen.

Das Allerbeste an Catweazle aber war sein Scheitern Die Erstausstrahlung dieser vom London Weekend Television LWT produzierten Serie lief landesweit auf dem britischen Privatsender ITV am Februar bis 4.

April In Deutschland wurde Catweazle erstmals im ZDF vom April bis September gezeigt. Die Serie wird immer wieder von verschiedenen Sendern wiederholt.

Seit dem Oktober ist die erste, seit Februar die zweite Staffel der Serie in deutscher Fassung auf DVD erhältlich.

Die Normannen haben die Angelsachsen im Jahr besiegt und der angelsächsische Hexenmeister Catweazle lebt voller Furcht als Einsiedler in einer Höhle.

Dort wird er von feindlichen Kriegern überfallen und will auf der Flucht vor diesen mit Hilfe eines Zauberspruches davonfliegen.

Er lernt dort Harold Bennett, den Sohn des Besitzers der Hexenhoffarm, kennen. Der Junge lässt sich von seiner merkwürdigen Erscheinung nicht weiter beeindrucken.

Damit sein Vater den Zauberer nicht zu Gesicht bekommt, versteckt Harold ihn kurzerhand in der Scheune der Farm.

Catweazle wendet listigerweise Hypnose bei Harold an, dadurch ist es diesem nicht möglich, irgendwem von dem Magier zu erzählen, was den Farmersohn sogleich in Schwierigkeiten bringt.

Harold versorgt den Magier mit dem Lebensnotwendigsten und versucht, ihn mit der Zivilisation des Jahrhunderts vertraut zu machen. Vor allem aber muss Harold dafür sorgen, dass sein Vater und der Knecht Sam Woodyard den seltsamen Gast nicht entdecken.

Eines Tages schmuggelt Harold seinen verwahrlost wirkenden Freund ins Haus, damit er ein Bad nehmen kann. Als Sam später den kauzigen Zauberer doch entdeckt, kommt es zu einer wilden Verfolgungsjagd und Catweazle flieht in den Wald.

Dort entdeckt er einen stillgelegten Wasserturm, in dem er sich häuslich niederlässt. Sein neues Heim tauft er Burg Saburac und verwandelt es immer weiter in ein Alchemielabor.

Die Farm hat leider finanzielle Schwierigkeiten. Harold vermutet, dies könne daran liegen, dass ein Fluch auf dem Hof lastet.

Er bittet Catweazle um Hilfe. Dieser findet im örtlichen Museum ein altes Zauberbuch, welches ihm als sehr nützlich erscheint. Auf der Farm taucht öfters eine gewisse Miss Bonnington auf.

Harold kann sie nicht leiden. Er glaubt, sie wolle seinen Vater heiraten. Der tatsächliche Grund für ihre häufigen Besuche ist allerdings ein anderer, denn Vater Bennett hat den Bau neuer Stallungen bei der Gemeinde beantragt und berät mit Miss Bonnington, wie man den Gemeinderat beeinflussen könne.

Harold schmiedet mit Catweazle ein Komplott, um Bonnington loszuwerden. Catweazle erklärt Harold, wie er mit Hilfe einer kleinen Puppe der ungeliebten Bonnington die Masern anhexen will, doch dazu benötigt er Haare der Miss.

Da trifft es sich gut, dass Bonnington gerade zum Friseur gehen will. Dort vollführt der Magier als Ablenkungsmanöver vor den erschrockenen Kundinnen einen wilden Wichteltanz.

Doch sein Vater, der nicht will, dass sich sein Sohn in Wettbüros herumtreibt, durchkreuzt sein Vorhaben. Catweazle besucht inzwischen ebenfalls Madame Rosa, durchschaut aber schnell, dass sie eine Betrügerin ist.

Er beschimpft die angebliche Hellseherin zunächst, dass sie mit dem Wettbüro unter einer Decke stecke und hypnotisiert diese daraufhin.

Noch bevor sie sich davon erholen kann, ist Catweazle schon wieder fort — gemeinsam mit ihrer Kristallkugel. In der Nähe der Hexenhoffarm hat die amerikanische Fotografin Eleonor Derringer ein Haus bezogen.

Bei einem Spaziergang mit dem Hofbesitzer begegnet sie dem Catweazle und ist fasziniert von seiner bizarren Erscheinung. Derringer hält Catweazle für das interessanteste Fotomotiv, das ihr je vor die Linse gekommen ist.

Sie möchte ihn unbedingt fotografieren und versucht ihn zu sich nach Hause einzuladen. Catweazle hat keine Vorkenntnisse, was fotografieren bedeutet.

Er fleht Harold an, ihn zu befreien. Als Catweazle wieder einmal versucht mittels Magie in seine Zeit zu gelangen, geht wieder etwas schief und er hängt an einer Kirchturmspitze.

Pfarrer Potts aus Bandon, einem Ort in der Nähe der Hexenhoffarm, holt ihn dort runter, zunächst im Glauben einen Selbstmörder zu retten.

Später hält er den Fremden schlichtweg für verrückt und ruft Mr. Bennet von der Farm an, damit dieser Catweazle abholt. Der Zauberer ist vollkommen erstaunt, wo der Pfarrer hineinspricht.

Er hält den Telefonhörer für einen Zauberknochen. In Westborne, einem Ort nahe der Hexenhoffarm, finden Proben für eine Theateraufführung statt.

Für Catweazle ist das alles verwirrend, denn das Theaterstück spielt ausgerechnet in der Normannenzeit, aus der er geflohen ist.

Als er im Wald auf als Normannen verkleidete Laienschauspieler trifft, die dort auf dem Weg zur Probe eine Autopanne hatten, ist er entsetzt.

Panisch flieht er vor ihnen und verliert dabei sein Zaubermesser Adamcos , welches er für überlebenswichtig hält. Dort kommt es zwischen den beiden und dem Besitzer zu einigen Turbulenzen.

Catweazle versucht Harold nach einem Streitgespräch über das diebische Verhalten des Magiers in eine Unke zu verhexen.

Als dabei ein kleiner Affe in seinem Alchemie-Labor auftaucht, der zuvor Oberst Upshaw entlaufen ist, glaubt Catweazle, dass diese ihm unbekannte Tierart der verzauberte Harold ist.

Sofort bedauert er seine Handlungsweise und versucht den vermeintlichen Harold zurückverwandeln. Er ist zunehmend verzweifelt, als er dies nicht schafft und sieht ein, dass er dringend Hilfe benötigt.

Diese sucht er bei Upshaw den er einmal beim Abfeuern eines Jagdgewehres beobachtet hat. Sein Besuch führt zu Verwechslungen und einigem Chaos.

Er versucht, die gefangenen Vogellaute aus den Geräten zu befreien. Zudem vermutet Harold, Sam sei von Fitton ermordet worden.

Immerhin hat Catweazle vage mitbekommen, dass die Stimmen in den Bändern eingefangen sind und diese zu hören sind, wenn sie am Tonkopf der Bandgeräte entlanglaufen.

Wieder in seiner Alchemiewerkstatt angelangt, zieht Catweazle sich sogleich ein von Cyril entwendetes Band über den eigenen Kopf, natürlich ohne mit dieser Vorgehensweise Erfolg zu haben.

Die örtliche Polizei und Sergeant Bottle sind ratlos. Immer wieder werden ihr Diebstähle von Reisigbesen gemeldet. Auf Bottles vorgesetzten Dienststelle wird eine Art Hexenwahn als Hintergrund vermutet.

Der Sergeant wird aufgefordert, dem Spuk eine Ende zu bereiten. In Verdacht gerät ausgerechnet der harmlose und sympathische Sam.

Only a year later in at the stark white Parliament House Whitlam announced he too had been dismissed, this time by Sir John Kerr, using the authority of his position granted under Queen Elizabeth II.

Looking back, it could be Sir John figured he was Her Majesty's ultimate Aerogard - but rather than a pesky fly, could perhaps Gough go down in history as Australia's greatest ever dung beetle?

As for those ASIO phone taps we learned of, we assume they were authorised due to our various academic parents' links with the more left wing dominated ALP of old, the Quakers and the advocacy for the anti-Vietnam War and Aboriginal rights movements, plus no doubt contact some of them had with university academia in Russia during the Cold War.

The National Archives now stores the annotated ASIO transcripts of even the most casual phone conversations. For example, I'm told one transcript records a passing mention of D.

Lawrence in a conversation between our neighbouring friend's parents, which alarmed ASIO enough to take note of his name as a possible associate in need of further investigation.

Lawrence was in fact a renown English novelist who wrote Kangaroo , amongst other works, who passed away way back in - but it's assumed those wise ASIO owls back then were eventually able to stumble on to that fact.

I should not neglect to mention also, one of those parents ASIO deemed as a potential threat and eavesdropped on was old enough to have served as an officer in the Australian Army Medical Corps in WWII.

He had braved the numerous perils of the New Guinea Campaign to help save the lives of men injured fighting to save this country from the brutal Imperial Japanese Army and Navy, who'd got all their technology from British and US arms companies and who happened to be allies of the Ustashe amongst others Now correct me if I'm mistaken , but given the current state of play I wonder too if history is repeating itself in a way….

But anyway, how weird it is to look back, knowing now that our little hill in tranquil O'Connor was of some apparent worry to these hair brained authorities of that not really by gone era.

All the more so, considering in that same era a pair of budgie smugglers dressed up as cops could creep in and out of people's backyards committing larceny without a worry in the world.

Seriously though, what's a bit of deception, invasion of privacy, trespass and larceny? Struth, it's completely nothing compared to what the Aborigines have endured - the things which Turner, Lynehan and all the rest of the schools for so long neglected to mention, while in the meantime ensuring a policy of thrashing school children was not forgotten.

Vera Semper Colere. Some years after our adventures on our hill in O'Connor a no-nonsense hard working Deputy Federal Police Commissioner here in Canberra was sadly knocked off.

His name was Colin Winchester. As it turned out, the authorities came to blame a local bloke for the murder. His name is David Eastman.

Now by sheer coincidence my mum had worked with Mr Eastman in the public service. She said he certainly was a difficult and sometimes very argumentative man, but someone she could never believe for a second was mad enough to brazenly shoot dead a very senior policeman in cold blood, right in the driveway of his own home.

But what would mum know? As it happens though, a lot of people in Canberra for some reason think and say the same thing, including David Eastman.

But regardless, he remained in jail for some twenty years, despite numerous appeals of innocence and the shoddy of circumstantial evidence. Perhaps these calls were all just drowned out by the mysterious bomb that was later sent to the police intelligence agency, which tragically killed another good policeman?

Would ASIO know perhaps? But what do they know? God knows. Whatever the explanation, it makes me wonder if perhaps it suggests just how far Canberra hasn't come: from a faraway dream time where Aborigines once trekked through to gather tools on their way to their peaceful Bogong moth smorgasbord; to a small fly blown town where it appears organised crime against Aborigines had the last word; to seemingly a paradise for charred and half-baked school curriculum, budgie smuggling fuzz, not so wise eavesdropping owls, with the odd high political drama; to once again a fly blown town, metaphorically speaking, where organised crime quite evidentally still has the last word - and at this rate well who knows, maybe one day also the last drink of clean water and last breath of clean air too No flies on the Queen though.

When I discovered the wonderful old station at Middleton to still be in existence I could not help but think it eligible as Duck Halt, the lair for Catweazle in series 2 of his adventures travelling through time.

That location it turns out was at Brickendon, Hertford and was not even an actual station but an outbuilding in which props were used from a local museum!

There are still a number of former stations tucked away in remote parts of Norfolk, some taken into private ownership for conversion, others like this one still hanging on from former glory days.

Remarkably Middleton still receives trains to this day but they no longer stop here but a little further down the line which is now the end of the line ; these are the sand trains that are loaded from Middleton Towers quarry, the sand destined for a glass plant in Cheshire.

This LNER and formerly GER route offered connection between King's Lynn and locations in Norfolk such as Swaffham, Dereham, Wymondham, Thetford and beyond.

Next station down the line heading east was East Winch. The former signalbox at this location may be seen in another slide Note the remains of a goods van minus undercarriage that has at one time been placed alongside the station building as a storage shed.

A similar 10 ton covered van of GER origin with wooden body, steel underframe and large side vents may be seen on page 27 of Railways in Profile No.

The interior of the station building itself is on the point of dereliction and too dangerous to enter. I am grateful to the occupant of the house at the far end of the station, whose name I alas did not record but was an employee at the sand quarry and who gave permission for the snap to be taken from this vantage point.

View Large. So wrote the influential biological taxonomist Carl Linnaeus, originator of the binomial system of classification by Latin names, in his Systema Naturae of It is perhaps unfortunate for the reputations of the amphibians that Linnaeus was raised in Sweden.

It is a trick of evolution that adverse conditions produce greater diversity: in northern Europe, where there is plenty of rainfall, conditions are ideal for frogs, toads and newts, and yet there are only a handful of species.

In the semi-arid zones of Australia, where I grew up, there are more than a hundred species of frog, and in the eyes of a small boy, none of them were abhorrent.

A favourite was the Pobblebonk, a squat, brown creature which inhabited sphagnum bogs, hiding well under the moss in order to evade the tiger snakes.

It earned its name because of its call, which consisted of a series of deep, sporadic and randomly spaced bonks. I would spend hours turning over logs in the dry sclerophyll forest at the feet of the Brindabella mountains, in search of the Corroboree Frog, so named because its dorsal side is a pattern of bright yellow and black stripes, reminiscent of the ritual body paint used by Aboriginal tribesmen.

Turn the creature over on its back, and a glistening belly is revealed, in all the colours of polished marble. The variety is seemingly unending: there are burrowing frogs which hide under the desert sands throughout the dry season, and live like embryos enveloped in membranes as watery as amniotic sacs; there are vivid green tree frogs with suckers on their feet, and frogs whose nuptial orgies rival any dawn chorus for melodious virtuosity.

In Queensland, there is the notorious introduced Cane Toad - the skin of its back blistered with great, swollen poison glands - whose numbers reach plague proportions, and whose baleful glandular secretions are reportedly combined with puffer-fish poison to produce zombie slaves in Haiti.

Newspapers occasionally report the discovery of outrageously obese specimens the size of footballs. In Britain, however, the diversity is more limited: there are only three species of newt, two species of toad, and one frog native to these islands.

Yet the folklore associated with these six species is perhaps richer than anywhere else in the world, and most of this is inspired by our two species of toad, whose association with witches is nothing short of symbiotic.

Bats fly into the night, and in the background, a corpse hangs from a gallows: one of the martyred witches, perhaps, or a dead man whose dying ejaculation will engender a mandrake.

In the foreground of all this frenzied, kinetic, and irrepressibly joyful action, there are two mute spectators: a toad and a snake.

Such depictions are not merely the product of nineteenth century romanticism. When the seventy-year-old widow Dame Julian Cox was tried for witchcraft in Taunton in , a witness insisted that her toad familiar had persistently pestered him after she invited him to join her in smoking tobacco from clay pipes.

As he was lighting up, the toad, attracted by the warmth of his crotch, raised its head from between his legs.

Perhaps the toad was grieved to see its mistress snubbed, for that night as he sat stuffing his own pipe at home, the toad emerged once more from between his thighs.

The distracted smoker picked the toad up by one toe and hurled it to the floor, but when he settled down to his pipe once more, it quickly returned.

Perhaps this time it licked the buttons of his fly, for he flew into a rage, took up his paring knife, and sliced the toad into strips.

Within minutes, the toad had recovered from its dismemberment, and made its way up the folds of his britches, so he took it in his fist and hurled it in the fire, but still it reconstituted itself and returned.

There are many similar accounts of witches entertaining toad familiars. Elizabeth Stile, or one of her confederates, tried in , is depicted in a pamphlet feeding toads with a spoon.

By , the writings of Zurich pastor Ludwig Lavater suggest that Catholic and Protestant demonologists had reached an agreement that spirits which took the form of toads were invariably evil, in contrast to those which materialised in the form of doves or lambs, which might be angels in disguise.

The Basque witches, persecuted by the Spanish Inquisition, liked to dress their toads in cowls. Nearly all of these examples associate the toad with womanhood, and the perceived ugliness of the toad may explain this connection.

More importantly, whether the toad is supremely beautiful or supremely ugly is a thoroughly subjective matter. All of us have encountered mothers — and fathers too - who are convinced that their newborn offspring is the most beautiful human being alive, whilst the rest of the world, quietly realistic, affirms that the child looks like a withered prune.

Witches who suckle toads at their breasts might be seen as similarly deluded, but their delusion is in fact enlightenment, and we spurn the toad at our own expense: a fact which is recognised by the authors of European fairy tales, whose toads are always princes, as it is in the Russian folk tradition, where the amphibian may just as likely transform into a ravishingly beautiful Tsarevna with magical powers.

Indeed, it is a pity Dr Harvey did not pause to consider this proverb. One entirely masculine magical tradition explicitly recommends the killing of a toad.

The amulet, initially consisting of two bones, and later of one, was variously employed throughout history as a love charm, a means of controlling animals and changing water temperature, a prophylactic against disease, and a token of diabolic initiation.

By the end of this process, the toadmen of Wisbech in Cambridgeshire observed an elaborate initiation ritual.

A live toad was captured and skinned alive, or pegged to an ant-heap until the flesh was eaten. For three nights in a row, the toadman would carry his toad bone amulet into a stable, and on the last night, the Devil would appear, and initiate him by drawing his blood.

In some variants, the Devil would fight the initiate for the bones, or even try to snatch the bones away at the stream.

Perhaps the ability of the amulet to confer power over animals implies an element of sympathetic magic, for when threatened, a toad will inflate its lungs and assume a statuesque defence position, with head tucked downwards and legs extended to their full length.

Older natural history textbooks include pictures of toads which have adopted this position after being thrown alive into formalin or preserving alcohol; it is a moot point whether the authors of these books would have considered murdering their own mothers.

The reaction of the yokels who find the tick-toad is always the same: smash it to pieces with whatever piece of agricultural equipment is nearest to hand.

Always, they are blissfully unaware that the tick-toad is merely a pocket-watch, inadvertently left behind by some wayfaring gentleman.

Why have such lowly creatures inspired such a wealth of folklore? The answer surely lies in their natural history. Toads have long been said to be capable of remaining alive when encased in solid stone.

There is something magical, too, about the tongues of amphibians, which are rooted to the front rather than the back of the mouth, allowing an almost mystical proficiency for catching flies.

It is little wonder that some classical enthusiast for all things amphibian thought it would be satisfying to associate the salamander with fire, thereby spawning a string of fantastic accounts in mediaeval bestiaries.

Perhaps the insistence of Pliny and Agrippa that certain toad bones had the power to either stop water from boiling, or to increase its temperature, is another way of making toads the masters of all the alchemical elements.

The importance of metamorphosis is oddly emphasised by the ability of some amphibians, notably newts and salamanders, to attain their full reproductive capabilities whilst still in the larval stage.

Richard Dawkins, who has more recently been sidetracked into a futile assault on fundamentalist religion, once made the attractive suggestion that we humans relate to this amphibian tendency — technically known as neoteny — because we too, with our hairless bodies, are like apes who have somehow never grown up.

Perhaps this explains the vogue in the s for keeping neotenous axolotls as pets. The extraordinary ability of frogs to entirely fill a garden pond with their spawn has made them symbols of fertility: another persuasive magical credential.

Moreover, captive amphibians frequently exhibit behavioural characteristics which we instinctively associate with intelligence — not least amongst these is the tendency of frogs and toads to exhibit resentment.

Place two toads in a fish-tank with an unsuspecting fly. The first toad to catch the fly will most likely be snapped at by its haughty companion.

Finally, something about the bodily simplicity of batracians is, to us, grotesque, and therefore inherently magical.

If a toad eats something unpleasant, it must vomit up its entire stomach and then swallow it again. Indeed, the average toad appears to practise this reflex at regular intervals, whether or not an insect is lodged in the gullet: readers who do not wish to confirm this by observation in the flesh can do so by tracking Touchwood through episodes of Catweazle on DVD.

Dog owners may have observed that their pets have a marked aversion to toads, for any dog which seizes a toad will rapidly exhibit symptoms of extreme distress, and begin to foam at the mouth.

Hedgehogs have been observed to make use of toads in a similar manner when they wish to produce a surfeit of frothy saliva for their own bizarre self-anointing rituals.

Toads exude a complex cocktail of biotoxins from their cutaneous glands, including bufotalin and bufogin, which act upon the central nervous system, and slow the heart to an alarming degree.

A person who ate a toad would fare little better than a person who had feasted on a salad of foxgloves, for the effect of these toxins is rather similar to that of digitalis: a fact well understood by Roman women who wished to be rid of their husbands.

Indeed, natural selection has at times weeded out misguided members of the human race who have mistaken members of the genus Bufo for edible frogs.

Additional side-effects of toad secretions include muscular paralysis and irritation of the mucus membranes. The alkaloid bufotenine is also hallucinogenic.

Today she might be subject to surveillance by a narcotics squad. In any case, throughout the centuries, witches have learnt much about defence strategies from their amphibian friends.

As old age advances, it lies within the power of the witch to retain a certain charisma whilst acquiring all of the characteristics of the archetypal hag.

So it is with amphibians; just try staring into the eye of a toad. Daily, the toad hurried to greet his scab-kneed children, or sat on the kitchen table, ready to be regaled with earthworms.

Doubtless Pennant watched the loving way she wrapped her tongue around her writhing prey, and once or twice he saw her lap up her own nutritious skin, wriggling free from the back end of it with the fore-part down her throat.

Perhaps he watched her toes twitch with anticipation, her lovely eyes tracking a fly, and suddenly the squat lady toad would be transformed into a leaping dream, a keen-tongued hunter: lark-eyed but unlovely, reviled and yet revered.

We witches cannot help but have an affinity with toads. A cursory glance from the uninitiated will never penetrate the skin.

Source material: i Julian Cox was a seventy year old widow who was tried for witchcraft in Taunton in , and the poem reinterprets the story told by one of her accusers from the perspective of the toad.

See Robert M. Degraff, The Book of the Toad, Cambridge, , p. However, M. The location for Duck Halt station in the second series of the children's ITV series; Catweazle.

A triple billing at The Mad Hatter, Oxford, sponsored by The Catweazle Club and Tamara T-Bone Parsons-Baker, last Wednesday, 9 April Thank you for our daily food".

I remember though how this chorus of hundreds of kids tended to deliver it as an incredible droning dirge, only brightened by the tendency for students to derive a childish chuckle after deliberately mis-pronouncing 'food' so it would rhyme with 'good'.

Looking back no doubt the starving Biafrans of this era weren't chuckling, although the oil and arms barons no doubt were.

I also remember witnessing the building of a facility on the Hartley Street end of the infant's school, where I'd initially attended kindergarten.

This was dedicated to disabled students and it continues to do so - something the bad ham is given the most credit for to this day.

Also I recall how we would sing God Save The Queen at assembly until around , when we were taught to sing Advance Australia Fair instead.

Even back then I well remember thinking it was a cheesy tune, with even cheesier lyrics. Go figure. And in truth, it was little different later at Lyneham High School, except to say here the cane was still being deployed by several faculty heads.

As for the curriculum, the thing I most vividly recall was the official line "Australia is a young nation and only has a short history" and only an anecdotal and highly sanitised coverage of Australia's Aboriginal history not to mention Australia's financial history either btw.

Some decades on, one might be forgiven for thinking such entrenched vision slit views of our history still commands those who proudly bear the RSL badge - if a quiet stroll around AWM or a wonder thru the local RSL pockie parlours are anything to go by But what about that gnarly old man gum tree up on the ridge which told us otherwise?

Well sadly that Aboriginal scarred tree by our old frog swamp was lost forever in a bush fire in - that being the year before the huge terrible firestorm which would overwhelm parts of south Canberra with such tragic consequences.

As for our old friend who found the Corroboree frog, we very tragically lost him too in an accident - but at the very least Bruce was doing what he really loved, soaring like an Wedge-Tailed eagle from his paraglider into heaven off the escarpment beside the now great dry bed of Lake George.

Actually, sadly one of two old hill top boys and near neighbours who we tragically lost in air crashes — the other, Martin, in a suspicious unexplained Bureau of Mineral Resources plane crash , which also tragically killed a surveying geologist alongside him on lonely Mt Barren Jack, north-west of Canberra.

A trusted pilot and mate from our earliest swamp exploring days, who had even very once taken a bunch of us aloft in the s for a soaring eagle's eye view over our O'Connor hill, in fact.

Not far from that now gone Aboriginal scarred gum tree there was another place our two lost friends and the rest of us once used to soar through - a long deep dirt drain with a roller-coaster like bike trail running down its course, known to all as "the dippers".

At the top end it was deeper, where it was known as "the big dippers" and as it gradually petered out it naturally it was called "the little dippers", where green kids could first test the waters.

It was a perfect dirt track circuit for Choppers , dragsters and the menagerie of home-modified push bikes like my older bother's, larger bikes modified with sissy bars and ape hanger handle bars taken from smaller framed dragsters.

From many kids like me began modifying our bikes with proper BMX handle bars and goose necks. Factory-made BMX bikes were still a rarity at this point as they were quite expensive - the first kid I recall to get one at my school was in , a Mongoose IIRC.

Further down from the dippers there was also a long steep slope, known by some of us as the "sled track", where kids could slide down on rough wooden sleds, or more commonly big pieces of cardboard, especially when the grass was green and wet in the spring.

Where all year 'round you could also launch paper planes and balsa wood gliders and watch them soar for an eternity.

This spot was in a small bush reserve where we could also wile away a quiet summer's day hunting for bugs, always I remember to a click, click, click chorus of yellow wingers.

There was also the cool shade of an old weary willow tree there, where we could sit around and chit chat away, playing games and fashioning bows and arrows,sling shots, etc.

I remember it was kind of like a huge cave, usually surrounded by a screen of tall dry grass and bushes, through which we could crawl to create a network of intersecting tunnels.

Indeed, the road toll in Australia during that Vietnam War era accounted for many, many more horrendous deaths and injuries, than occurred among those very brave and mostly conscripted Australian soldiers who went off to serve in Vietnam thanks Lawrence of Suburbia for that reminder.

Straddling that little bush reserve was yet another world of entertainment, a sweeping footpath from Wongoola Close down to Yapunyah St, which all the kids around half jokingly called "Suicide Hill", down which we rode our scooters, bikes, skateboards and home-made billy carts - and of course occasionally stacked them ie crashed.

Despite its' fearsome name, no one ever died on Suicide Hill, nor to my knowledge was permanently maimed, as fortunately the long grass and honey suckle at the sweeping bend at the bottom would inevitably break our fall.

I well remember my first taste of that experience aged 5 astride my small red tricycle, having just watched my older brother repeatedly whiz down on his skate board, leaving in his wake as always that alluring aroma of Bell Boy and Black Cat bubble gum.

I remember they were 2 cents each and oh how I longed for that day when I too got pocket money for doing chores like my bother did, so I too could spend up at Sheedy's Milk Bar at O'Connor Shops The Monte Carlo Cafe and Milk Bar was also at those shops but IMHO it really sucked, both shops were gone by the early s.

Maybe imagining I was as indestructible as Captain Scarlet, I foolishly decided I too could whiz down Suicide Hill like my older brother - or at least part of it - but with only my bare feet on pavement as brakes on my tricycle.

Bad mistake as it turned out. Despite the blisters on my soles from my desperate attempt to slow down, I recall I did manage to tearfully hobble some of the way home up Yapunah St, before my brother was able to alert our mum.

Yeah, back then, apart from the occasional self-inflicted wounds, we kids had a quite a blessed time. In fact, the only particularly dodgy thing worthy of mention here occurred one quiet summer day in the early s , when our friend who found the Corroboree frog was away holidaying with his family down at Broulee, by the coast at a place they called The Tardis.

They returned in shock to find dozens of his dad's award-winning budgies had been brazenly stolen. Now being a native species and his dad being a mad keen breeder, you can imagine these were without doubt some of the best budgerigars around.

But the dodgiest thing of all about this was a neighbouring mum had seen two men dressed as policemen, egress from a marked police car, go through a vacant neighbouring back yard and then jump the back fence to steal the birds.

Of course, she had naturally assumed it was some sort of police raid rather than the daylight robbery that is was and so had kept her distance.

As it turned out a few other breeders were also targeted during those Christmas holidays. And also by coincidence there were two members of the now defunct ACT Police in our friend's father's budgie breeder's club who were never seen at the club again after that.

Perhaps not unpredictably, not one of the thefts was ever solved. Later my friend's dad discovered the best of his stolen budgies had somehow miraculously 'flown' all their way into the lucrative UK market and into the hands of certain mis creants.

Many years later , we by then grown up kids were also intrigued to learn something else through our by now retired parents - that the Australian Security and Intelligence Organisation ASIO had actually been tapping some of the families' telephones in our street for several years at least three homes that they know of.

Our parents had found out through authors who were researching works on Gough Whitlam and the ANU historian Manning Clark in the National Archives of Australia.

Mind you, ASIO phone taps were apparently wide spread , especially in the post-war Menzies era and continued on through successive Prime Minister-ships, until they were allegedly scaled back for a time when Whitlam briefly was Prime Minister between Indeed, it was in that Whitlam period that ASIO's more dubious activities became better known, perhaps most remarkably concerning the ability of anti-Tito fascist Ustashe militia to train in Australia using hijacked weaponry intended for Vietnam - weapons, the supply of which certain ASIO agents had erroneously attributed to university student members of the Vietnam Moratorium Movement.

That and other questionable judgements eventually resulted in ASIO's then chief being dismissed by Whitlam. Only a year later in at the stark white Parliament House Whitlam announced he too had been dismissed, this time by Sir John Kerr, using the authority of his position granted under Queen Elizabeth II.

Looking back, it could be Sir John figured he was Her Majesty's ultimate Aerogard - but rather than a pesky fly, could perhaps Gough go down in history as Australia's greatest ever dung beetle?

As for those ASIO phone taps we learned of, we assume they were authorised due to our various academic parents' links with the more left wing dominated ALP of old, the Quakers and the advocacy for the anti-Vietnam War and Aboriginal rights movements, plus no doubt contact some of them had with university academia in Russia during the Cold War.

The National Archives now stores the annotated ASIO transcripts of even the most casual phone conversations. For example, I'm told one transcript records a passing mention of D.

Lawrence in a conversation between our neighbouring friend's parents, which alarmed ASIO enough to take note of his name as a possible associate in need of further investigation.

Lawrence was in fact a renown English novelist who wrote Kangaroo , amongst other works, who passed away way back in - but it's assumed those wise ASIO owls back then were eventually able to stumble on to that fact.

I should not neglect to mention also, one of those parents ASIO deemed as a potential threat and eavesdropped on was old enough to have served as an officer in the Australian Army Medical Corps in WWII.

He had braved the numerous perils of the New Guinea Campaign to help save the lives of men injured fighting to save this country from the brutal Imperial Japanese Army and Navy, who'd got all their technology from British and US arms companies and who happened to be allies of the Ustashe amongst others Now correct me if I'm mistaken , but given the current state of play I wonder too if history is repeating itself in a way….

But anyway, how weird it is to look back, knowing now that our little hill in tranquil O'Connor was of some apparent worry to these hair brained authorities of that not really by gone era.

All the more so, considering in that same era a pair of budgie smugglers dressed up as cops could creep in and out of people's backyards committing larceny without a worry in the world.

Seriously though, what's a bit of deception, invasion of privacy, trespass and larceny? Struth, it's completely nothing compared to what the Aborigines have endured - the things which Turner, Lynehan and all the rest of the schools for so long neglected to mention, while in the meantime ensuring a policy of thrashing school children was not forgotten.

Vera Semper Colere. Some years after our adventures on our hill in O'Connor a no-nonsense hard working Deputy Federal Police Commissioner here in Canberra was sadly knocked off.

His name was Colin Winchester. As it turned out, the authorities came to blame a local bloke for the murder. His name is David Eastman.

Now by sheer coincidence my mum had worked with Mr Eastman in the public service. She said he certainly was a difficult and sometimes very argumentative man, but someone she could never believe for a second was mad enough to brazenly shoot dead a very senior policeman in cold blood, right in the driveway of his own home.

But what would mum know? As it happens though, a lot of people in Canberra for some reason think and say the same thing, including David Eastman.

But regardless, he remained in jail for some twenty years, despite numerous appeals of innocence and the shoddy of circumstantial evidence.

Perhaps these calls were all just drowned out by the mysterious bomb that was later sent to the police intelligence agency, which tragically killed another good policeman?

Would ASIO know perhaps? But what do they know? God knows. Whatever the explanation, it makes me wonder if perhaps it suggests just how far Canberra hasn't come: from a faraway dream time where Aborigines once trekked through to gather tools on their way to their peaceful Bogong moth smorgasbord; to a small fly blown town where it appears organised crime against Aborigines had the last word; to seemingly a paradise for charred and half-baked school curriculum, budgie smuggling fuzz, not so wise eavesdropping owls, with the odd high political drama; to once again a fly blown town, metaphorically speaking, where organised crime quite evidentally still has the last word - and at this rate well who knows, maybe one day also the last drink of clean water and last breath of clean air too No flies on the Queen though.

When I discovered the wonderful old station at Middleton to still be in existence I could not help but think it eligible as Duck Halt, the lair for Catweazle in series 2 of his adventures travelling through time.

That location it turns out was at Brickendon, Hertford and was not even an actual station but an outbuilding in which props were used from a local museum!

There are still a number of former stations tucked away in remote parts of Norfolk, some taken into private ownership for conversion, others like this one still hanging on from former glory days.

Remarkably Middleton still receives trains to this day but they no longer stop here but a little further down the line which is now the end of the line ; these are the sand trains that are loaded from Middleton Towers quarry, the sand destined for a glass plant in Cheshire.

This LNER and formerly GER route offered connection between King's Lynn and locations in Norfolk such as Swaffham, Dereham, Wymondham, Thetford and beyond.

Next station down the line heading east was East Winch. The former signalbox at this location may be seen in another slide Note the remains of a goods van minus undercarriage that has at one time been placed alongside the station building as a storage shed.

A similar 10 ton covered van of GER origin with wooden body, steel underframe and large side vents may be seen on page 27 of Railways in Profile No.

The interior of the station building itself is on the point of dereliction and too dangerous to enter. I am grateful to the occupant of the house at the far end of the station, whose name I alas did not record but was an employee at the sand quarry and who gave permission for the snap to be taken from this vantage point.

View Large. The location for Duck Halt station in the second series of the children's ITV series; Catweazle.

A triple billing at The Mad Hatter, Oxford, sponsored by The Catweazle Club and Tamara T-Bone Parsons-Baker, last Wednesday, 9 April The line-up for the night was Tamara and the Martyrs , Art Theefe , and The Epstein.

A fantastic show by all three bands and a comfortable, intimate venue. As to photography, well, if only that could have gone as well as the music.

I had just finished my first roll of film with the end of Tamara's opening act, and Art Theefe was preparing for their set.

I went to wind off the roll, and my film advance locked. I spent the next half-hour trying to free it, with no success, but with great entertainment.

Ultimately, I had to remove the film at home later inside a light-tight bag, and that had put an end to the photography for the night.

Instead I did something at a concert which I haven't done in years. I just sat and listened. I must have been significantly distracted by the camera and the show, because I left the pub without my light meter.

Thanks, Henry, for finding that for me. Catweazle is de naam van een Engelse serie die twee seizoenen lang in het Verenigd Koninkrijk en andere landen , werd uitgezonden - in en De serie verhaalt over de 11e-eeuwse, excentrieke, incapabele, riekende maar vooral ook aandoenlijke tovenaar Catweazle.

Bron: Wikipedia. I've only watched the first two episodes thus far, becasue British friends keep coming over and wanting to see the series from the start.

It's super low budget typical early s British Sunday tea-time stuff. Geoffrey Baildon is superb. The intro music is mad, and of abysmal audio quality.

I always take snaps out the window of the Heathrow Express when heading off for a trip. Usually they are rubbish. Occassionally they are gems my view, not necessarily yours!

Brilliant blue skies, clouds and urban decay. I like this building and the ladder leading up to a closed off door.

The metal top and outside ladder reminds me a little of where Catweazle lived in the s TV series. Twitter Blog. Alternative titles: "The joy of travelling with public transport" or : "Don't sit so close to me".

The County Hospital was originally the Pontypool Poor Law Union Workhouse, built in and expanded during the Victorian era. It became the County Hospital in the s.

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