FORMER Central Tablelands Local Land Services general manager Peter Sparkes retired last week and spent his final day in his Cowra office.
With a strong management history with NSW Soil Conservation Service and the Upper Lachlan Catchment Management Authority, Peter was appointed to the GM position at Central Tablelands LLS when it was formed in early 2014.
He has guided the entity through its formative years, managed some teething problems, and leaves the business on a sound footing.
I have found Peter a confident manager to work with and he leaves LLS as a good friend to many.
Enjoy the smell of the roses, Peter, and thank you for your friendship and for a job well done.
Ian Shepherd is acting as general manager as a panel selects a permanent replacement for Peter Sparkes.
Top prize for Mick
STILL in the LLS corner, congratulations to valued LLS employee Mick Callan who was awarded the prestigious Jo Ross Memorial Trophy for his work with environmental and waterway projects in our Central Tablelands region.
SALES of real estate in its many forms are showing no sign of easing and the spin-off from high prices being attained for Sydney house auctions is being felt in our region.
Values for all classes of rural land are attaining percentage increases that are similar to residential sales in Bathurst and Orange cities.
Interest rates have already shown small increases and I wonder how many buyers have jumped into real estate with low interest rates and very little room to move when rates do rise substantially.
We must be careful not to confuse confidence with ignorance.
WITH the ongoing saga of the transporting of several hundred kangaroos from Mount Panorama to a mystery destination, my memory returned me to my youth when Jimmy Buffett recorded a song that’s opening line is: “You’ve got me wilder than a truck load of starving kangaroos.”
It isn’t much of a song but seems to suit our times, and can be found on YouTube.
LITTLE Charlie was late for school again and Miss asked for a reason.
“I had to put the bull to the cow, Miss,” he explained.
Miss said: “For goodness sake, Charles, can’t your father do that?” Quick as a wink, Charlie said: “Oh no, Miss, it’s gotta be a bull.”
OUR cow cockie was in the habit of working out in the gym three mornings each week.
He spied a pretty personal trainer and asked her manager which machine he should work with to impress the “good sort”.
The manager advised: “I think the ATM in the foyer would be the most suitable, Pop.”