Talc Alf

I have always had a liking for characters or as the French put it, someone who is illuminated. If the brain whirrs, why not put a cherry on top and have fun?

Talc Alf squats 2 kms outside Lyndhurst on the Strzelecki Track in his donga kingdom of creative deep thought surrounded by talc carvings and signs bidding welcome to his world.

At 78 years old he is in fine fettle as he dispenses flowing insights at a rate to talk off my legs, let alone a donkey's hind ones. Stroking his long beard he rattles through a myriad of examples of the origin of script, its relation to how Australia got its name, same for Middle Eastern names and words; then a canter into the Indonesian struggle for independence; an anecdote about Malcom Kerr; a job as the mailman on the Strzelecki Track; and so much more, I was breathless and thirsty in the 40° shade.

Good on you Alf, keep carving, keep the brain cells whirring, you illuminated my day.

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Tac Alf, Strzelecki, Southern Australia, Carvings