Share Your World 2019: 1 July


Would (or do) you stop to help (presumably) stranded folks by the side of the road?

As I don’t drive it’s a bit irrelevant for me so I’ll tell you what David used to tell me years ago and I think that it is probably still true. He said that if you were driving in outback Australia and saw someone broken down on the side of the road you should stop and help them because in isolated places it might be hours or even days before someone else came by. The unwritten rule was that the person needing help would put their bonnet up as a signal that they hadn’t just stopped for a break. Of course, the level of help you can give varies. David was mechanically inept and couldn’t even change a tyre but in those pre-mobile phone days, you could at least offer to take the person to the nearest town or to report their problem for them. Today with phone coverage more widespread perhaps it’s no longer necessary and certainly not for a woman alone in a city if she doesn’t feel safe. I can recall us stopping for someone at least once and people stopped to help us when we were in difficulties.

Stuart Highway NT
Most of the road to Uluru looks like this. Photo David Jensen c1983

Do you think the world is less mannerly today than in past times OR are we just more touchy and manners are as they’ve always been?

Yes, I certainly do and I do think mobile phones are responsible for a lot of that. When people ignore those they are with in order to talk or text to others what message does that send? I hear the way that children speak to their parents, and vice versa sometimes, and they don’t have a nice way of speaking. I think it is rude when you are on some kind of tour and your view is always being blocked by people taking selfies. It’s possible that I’m more sensitive to bad manners than when I was younger but I am sure I wouldn’t be if it hadn’t become more prevalent.

Selfies on the sampan

What happens if you’re scared half to death, TWICE?

If that ever happens to me I would like to tell you but I might be dead.

If ALL the world’s a stage, where does the audience sit?

Circling the world in space ships? A new take on theatre in the round.

Share your thankful comments here.   It’s a gorgeous day most places, so celebrate!

It’s not particularly gorgeous here. It has been blowing a gale and raining since yesterday but it’s winter so to be expected. I’m grateful for rain as well as sunshine because we need it to fill the dams ready for next summer. I’ve seen some jonquils in my garden that look like they are getting ready to flower and they will add a patch of colour to the winter garden.

New jonquils August 2018


I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.


  1. Every time I’ve been broken down, someone has stopped and helped me. It hasn’t happened recently, but it always happened in years gone by. And everyone was perfectly nice, polite. They helped and they left.

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  2. Thanks Vanda for Sharing Your World! 🙂 I used to stop to pick up hitchhikers and would stop to help someone who had broken down. But maybe I’ve become too afraid as I’ve aged OR (more probably) the world has gotten a lot uglier. Too many stories of criminals using an allegedly broken down vehicle to rob or beat on a person. I don’t do either anymore, it’s just not safe. And I live in a really small town.

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