Fruity bonanza

I NOTICED a handful of fruit trees along the Hobart Rivulet, nectarines, plums, apples to name a few. It would be great if there were even more edible trees and plants alongside the walkway. Quinces, green gages, pears, medlars — wouldn’t it be cool to have an abundance of things to pick and eat? Walnuts, apricots, Jonagolds, peaches, feijoas. I don’t know of an attraction like it in another city. A combination of government, residents, horticulturalists and perhaps work for the dole people could plant and maintain hundreds — or why not 1000! — fruit trees from Molle St to the Cascade Gardens. disband the board and put Adult Education under the umbrella of Education. Many changes were made at great expense and to the detriment of Adult Ed. The late Vanessa Goodwin worked tirelessly with me to try to rectify the situation to no avail. David Bartlett and his government decided to stop subsidising classes; prices increased dramatically making them no longer affordable for the people it was designed for. A great loss to the community. appears in the distance behind and closes rapidly, soon it’s coming up behind me and I wonder why it hadn’t changed lanes because there are four to choose from. I change lanes. So does the ambulance. To my lane. At this point it’s perilously close and I accelerate out of self-preservation and pass the taxi and pull back into my original lane in front of the taxi. The ambulance flies by. To be clear, it was a splitsecond decision; should I change lanes again and risk them changing too? I couldn’t pull back behind the taxi, it would’ve meant braking, not the smartest idea with a two-tonne ambulance doing 100km/h coming up behind you. Lights flash behind me and I’m pulled over. Was I aware I was doing 75km/h? Not really, if I’m honest. I had other things on my mind at the time.