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Some Sundays start with a smile you didn’t expect. A man from Sydney cheerfully admitting he rang Santa twice last year — just to make sure the number still worked. A 68-year-old who pushed himself through storms and thin air to reach Everest Base Camp, sounding almost surprised at his own courage. And a woman from Victor Harbour who helps feed thousands every month, offering warmth and strawberries in equal measure. Before the morning settled into its rhythm, you could already feel how these voices — hopeful, generous, quietly proud — were shaping the kind of Sunday that stays with you.

Katerina and the Sugar Gliders

Katerina from Shellharbour had just come out of the bush after a 4.30am start. She’d been checking Elliott traps in the Illawarra lowland grassy woodlands, baited with rolled oats, peanut butter and honey. “We have to become nocturnal too,” she said, because every glider must be processed and released before sunrise.

Her team takes tiny ear clippings for genetics, brushes pollen from soft fur to track feeding trees, and studies how habitat fragmentation shapes their movements. “They’re still common,” she said, “but the more broken the landscape, the worse it is for them.” You could almost hear the early-morning damp still clinging to her boots.

Jo and the Storm Near the Sunshine Coast Airport

Jo woke to a yard soaked by a night of “driving rain.” She tipped 80 millimetres from her gauge, one she’s been checking since her farming days. Nearby suburbs had burnt meter boxes and outages from the electrical storm.

Her voice had the calm of someone used to standing outside at first light, tapping the gauge and taking note of what the night decided.

Greg Waiting Out the Weather in Port Victoria

Greg from Port Victoria sounded like a man who has spent a lot of time looking upward lately. Lentils were ready, wheat still a few weeks off, and showers kept interfering. “We won’t be today,” he said.

But his mood lifted when he described Port Victoria’s upcoming 150th celebration in March 2026. Two tall ships — the One and All and the Søren Larsen — will visit for cruises and heritage displays. He spoke with easy hometown pride, as if the whole town was standing a little taller already.

Bill and the European Wasps

Bill from Blackburn remembered watching European wasps sting empregum caterpillars when he was a boy. “Haven’t seen them since the 1960s,” he said.

He told the story of tackling a nest with a torch wrapped in red cellophane so the wasps couldn’t see the light. “Buzzing for a while… and then silence.” A neat little snapshot of backyard problem-solving.

Mario and the Santa Line

Mario called with the joyful energy of someone who genuinely loves Christmas. “Hash 464646,” he said immediately — the number kids can dial from any public phone box to call Santa.

He confessed, laughing, “I rang twice last year myself.” The first time was to check it still worked. The second time, he said, was “just for fun.” He described the surprise of hearing Santa’s voice burst through the receiver in a phone booth on a Sydney street, catching him off guard like he was eight years old again.

Mario also spoke about Sydney’s Gadigal Station being named the world’s best-designed station by a French architectural institute. “They said it was something out of this world,” he said with pride, as if the win belonged to everyone who has ever changed trains there.
The whole call brimmed with warm enthusiasm — the kind of moment only radio can catch.

Ian at the Eye Doctors Conference

Ian was in Melbourne for an eye specialists conference and planned to head to Torquay afterward. “Dip my toes in at Bells Beach,” he said, ready for the cold.

He spoke about macular degeneration — “family history, ageing, smoking,” he said — still the main risk factors. His voice had that steady clarity that comes from years in a caring profession.

Karen Feeding Thousands in Victor Harbour

Karen from Victor Harbour spoke with gentle firmness about the Three Angels Messages Ministry. “Between four and five thousand people a month,” she said — a number she repeated softly. Students, families, older residents, travellers, people without homes. “We’ve got everyone.”

Everything is free and self-funded. They’re planning to offer hot meals next year. And in the meantime? “We’ve got strawberries in abundance,” she said — vibrant, sweet, locally grown fruit in a time when many need the simple reminder that good things still exist.

Kelvin Sailing Near 1770

Kelvin and his wife were ten kilometres off the coast near 1770 on their 42-foot yacht, sailing south toward Bundaberg with 15 knots behind them.

They’d left Lake Macquarie in winter, explored Cairns, and were cruising home, spotting dolphins, turtles and dugongs gliding alongside. “We absolutely love it,” he said — a man content in the rhythm of sea and wind.

Phil and the 1,200 CPR Students

Phil from Mildura said they had just trained their 1200th CPR student. “Most of them older primary school kids,” he said proudly. Lions Club volunteers had raised the funds through weekend sausage sizzles, and other towns were beginning to adopt the model.

Wally and the Sheepdog That Reappeared in Caloundra

Wally from Borowa told a story with the shape of folklore. A friend’s English sheepdog disappeared and was eventually found months later in Caloundra. “Wouldn’t say anything,” he joked. “Kept it all to himself.”

He also talked about a tough cropping year, hay being a safer bet than grain, and wool needing “another twenty or thirty percent.” His call rambled in that lovely way rural conversations often do.

Grace and Shane at Everest Base Camp

Grace and her husband Shane had just returned from Everest Base Camp, and the altitude was still in her voice. “Five thousand three hundred and sixteen metres,” she said slowly, as if still convincing herself.

They trekked for ten days through wind, rain, storms and the kind of cold that makes your breath feel sharp. “Minus twenty-two degrees,” she said. She described the long switchbacks, the tea houses, the thin air that forced them to take ten steps and rest, ten steps and rest again.

Shane, 68 years old, joined in quietly: “If I can do it, anyone can put it on their list.” He talked about turning a corner one morning and seeing the line of prayer flags fluttering — Base Camp finally in sight. You could hear the wonder in both their voices.

Nathan Searching for Arnie

Nathan’s voice carried a different kind of weight. His German Shepherd, Arnie, was in the back of his Toyota Hilux when the ute was stolen in Wynnum. “I don’t care about the ute,” he said. “I just want my dog back.”

He described the vehicle in detail and said he’d chased countless leads. “I’ve found everyone else’s German Shepherd — except mine.” His hope hadn’t dimmed.

Mick and the Illawarra Convoy

Mick from Wollongong spoke about the Illawarra Convoy rolling down Bulli Pass — trucks polished, rumbling, raising money, with people lining bridges and roadsides to wave them through. “Great turnout,” he said. You could picture it clearly.

Alan Walking From Ballarat to Canberra

Alan was fifty kilometres from Canberra after walking all the way from Ballarat for men’s mental health. “Four pairs of shoes,” he said. He’ll lay a pair for his dad among the 2,500 representing the men and boys lost to suicide last year.

Eldert and the Jacarandas in Adelaide

Eldert from Adelaide talked about jacarandas “going off in a purple haze.” Sometimes there’s even a second bloom in April. He laughed about his unusual name — his daughter keeps finding Eldert Street signs in New York.

Justin Watching Planes at Heathrow

Justin was outside Terminal 4 at Heathrow, “250 metres from the third runway.” Planes roared overhead as he spoke. He’d spent 16 days showing his son around Devon and Cornwall. “Blew his mind,” he said. Storm Claudia had passed through, knocking down a tree in his daughter’s yard, but he sounded energised.

Richard High in Papua New Guinea

Richard called from a goldmine in Papua New Guinea, 2,800 metres above sea level. “One of the best jobs I’ve ever had,” he said. He loves the people, the mountains, and the rugby league culture. “Broncos and Cowboys fans everywhere.”

Gaz Closing Up in Broken Hill

Gaz from Broken Hill had closed his tobacconist after seven years. “Lost seventy-five percent of revenue,” he said, as illegal tobacco surged. He wasn’t angry — just tired and sad about what it meant for the town.

Some Sundays wander from storms to sugar gliders, from Base Camp triumphs to strawberry generosity, from sailing breezes to the simple joy of calling Santa from a phone box. And woven through all of it are the voices of ordinary people, steady and honest, quietly doing the things that make a Sunday feel just a little extraordinary.

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It opened like a front bar on a Sunday morning: people leaning in, swapping notes about work and weather, prices and patience. From Brisbane’s flight path to snowy Perisher and the salt air at Tathra, the calls piled up into a portrait of Australia right now — inventive, weary, funny, stubborn, hopeful.

“It’s Like a City With No Petrol Stations”

Brendan, under Brisbane’s early-morning freighter traffic, runs a cottage industry with a grand title and a very hands-on reality: boutique spare parts for personal electric vehicles. “About twenty percent goes to the States,” he said — a market that can’t get parts thanks to tariff tangles. “It’s like having a whole lot of cars and no petrol stations.” He does it largely alone: “Had someone last week work one day and never came back.”

Macca riffed on prices doing the long march upward — the $20 litre of oil, the coffee that’s quietly dearer, the grocery total that no longer makes sense. “We’re earning more,” he said, “but the money doesn’t buy nearly as much.”

The Beach That’s Beautiful Until It Isn’t

Down in Loch Sport, Steve had a fisherman’s bulletin from Ninety Mile Beach: spring is the crankiest season — wind, a slick of fine weed that makes casting a farce. His YouTube channel Steve Outside posts a Friday weekend outlook and a Tuesday mid-week update. “If you’re driving two or three hours,” he said, “you’d like to know before you go.” He’s walked other long beaches, too — Eighty Mile Beach in WA — but he knows when to tell people to stay home.

UV Light and Underground Rivers

Jason’s crew had come up from Victoria to reline Ipswich stormwater pipes — 375, 600, 675 millimetre mains. “We pull a fibreglass liner in, inflate it, then cook it with UV,” he said. Rain can stop a whole day’s work. He’s noticed something else: “You don’t see rubbish on the roads up here. In Melbourne, it’s truckloads.” Sunday was the day off: a designated-driver run to Kingaroy with his brothers. Between jobs he hunts for Tillandsias — air plants that cling to trees and power lines, “no soil, no roots,” a small, stubborn kind of magic.

Strawberries Don’t Taste the Same Anymore

A throwaway lament — “Why don’t strawberries taste anymore?” — turned into a proper paddock-to-plate reckoning. Doug Moore, once a Navy clearance diver, grew strawberries through the 1980s. He remembers NSW’s lethal yellow disease and the scramble at the Gosford research station to find clean plant stock. In came selector varieties — including lines imported from South Africa — that solved one problem and created another. “They picked for keeping quality,” Doug said. “Not sweetness.”

That choice echoes down the cold aisle today: big, glossy fruit that can ride a truck and sit in a fridge, but rarely sing on the tongue. Doug’s rule of thumb is old-fashioned and accurate: pick or buy to eat today or tomorrow. Beyond that, you’re bargaining with texture, sugar and scent.

Callers added their fieldcraft. Gail in Melbourne said she watches with her nose: “If you can’t smell it, don’t buy it.” Macca linked it to roses and tomatoes — breed for beauty and travel and you bleed away the thing itself. And later, Rick — a grower straddling the Yarra Valley and Queensland — gave the production view: tunnels and hot houses let you coax softer, sweeter fruit, but outdoor crops often need tougher skins to survive. “Some of the best-tasting varieties are harder to grow,” he said. “Keep buying though — the Victorian season’s on and I need the income.”

The strawberry became a metaphor for half the morning: cost-of-living, trade barriers, design choices that travel well but land thin. What’s the premium now — flavour or logistics?

Hay Like Money in the Bank

On the Fleurieu Peninsula, Taz called between bales: half the usual rainfall, perfectly timed, and the shed is filling fast. “Hay in the hay shed is money in the bank,” he said, channelling his grandfather. At 70, he’s still camp-drafting — “a disease” he laughs — sorting a beast from the mob and running a clover-leaf pattern around pegs in 40 seconds. The family worries. He saddles up anyway. “You only live once, mate.”

Sugar, Flood Debris and a Thin Labour Line

In Ingham, Pino Lenza started at 3 a.m. with daughter Zara and young Preston. The harvester eats cane and, this year, whatever the floods left behind: kegs, pods, 44-gallon drums, timber. Miss a scrap and it jams in the base cutters. He’s short of reliable hands and thinks seasonal workers should have a different tax bracket so they can follow the harvests without getting smashed on PAYG. Costs? “Since COVID, everything just keeps going up — tyres, engine oil, filters, labour.” Sugar prices are ordinary. Break-even is a good week.

White Roofs at Perisher, A Stage at Tathra

Photo Credit: Tathra Hotel

Cliff looked out over Perisher Valley: roofs sugared white after a snap change. After 35 years at The Sundeck — the country’s highest hotel — he’s sold and turned to the coast, where the Tathra Hotel now has a pocket-sized theatre. He invited Macca to play. “I’ve written that down,” Macca said — the kind of promise that turns into a community night within months.

Letters from Everywhere

The inbox sounded like a town meeting: Spotify up to $15.99, Adobe up 11% (“the dollar”), arguments for the old BOM layout at reg.bom.gov.au, and a nod to Weather Chaser founders Kath and Paul Barrett in Frankston for building clearer radar tools when users got lost in the redesign. Brett in SA pointed at the trade shortage: “Why would you do an apprenticeship when you can make $72/hour pulling beers on a public holiday?” Another note listed the four aluminium smelters — Tomago, Bell Bay, Boyne, Portland — just to set the record straight.

The Bells of Remembrance

Noel Bridge wrote from the Hawkesbury, rallying churches — St Matthew’s in Windsor (our oldest Anglican church), Ebenezer Uniting (1809), Windsor, Richmond, Kurrajong Heights — to toll their bells until 10:59 a.m., then fall silent for the 11 a.m. minute. Macca replayed historian Les Carlyon, who gently pressed a truth we often duck: 8,700 Australians died at Gallipoli; over 50,000 fell on the Western Front. If memory were proportional, Remembrance Day might eclipse Anzac Day. But myth, like a strawberry variety, is something we once chose — and now live inside.

“Larry” to Christchurch

Harness-racing lifer Kevin Seymour rang from WA en route to Christchurch. His pacer Leap to Fame — “Larry” — is the richest Australian pacer ever, nudging $4.7 million, eclipsing Blacks A Fake. The New Zealand Cup is two miles at Addington, a 25,000-person day with a field that includes Republican Party, Merlin, and Kingman. There’s even an AI-generated song about Larry by Robert Marshall. “My wife heard it and burst into tears,” Kevin said. The talk slid, as it must, to what AI means for real songwriters — clever tools that remix the world, and the uneasy theft some artists feel.

Guitars, Break-ins and the Line in the Sand

Nigel Foote came down from Blackheath with two Martin guitars and a story: a dawn break-in, a Holden Commodore with “GUITAR” plates gone in seconds, the keys later found in another stolen car. The cop’s bleak comfort: Commodores are theft magnets now that Holden’s closed and parts are scarce. Nigel played “Both Sides Now” like a benediction anyway — proof that one thing AI still can’t counterfeit is the air moving in a room when a human hand makes a string sing.

A caller named Susan said it plainly: “What AI does is steal from every artist’s life’s work.” Macca’s line in the sand was simple: live. Be in the room. Know it’s real.

Ordinary Sunday Doing Extraordinary Things

A ten-year-old named Ily from Mansfield — a student at Mansfield Steiner School — tucked a phone under her mum Fenella’s elbow and played “Down by the Sally Gardens” on the violin. She busks sometimes and once made $102 in a session. Asked why she plays, she shrugged through the line: “I just do it for fun.”

And there it was again — the strawberry test for everything: if you can smell it, it’s worth taking home; if you can hear it in the room, it’s worth remembering.

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Disclaimer: ‘Australia All Over’ is a program produced and broadcast by the ABC Local Radio Network and hosted by Ian McNamara. Brisbane Suburbs Online News has no affiliation with Ian McNamara, the ABC, or the ‘Australia All Over’ program. This weekly review is an independent summary based on publicly available episodes. All original content and recordings remain the property of the ABC. Our summaries are written in our own words and are intended for commentary and review purposes only. Readers can listen to the full episodes via the official ABC platforms.