Well, the winner of the 90s competition, randomly selected from all those who left an answer, is (drumroll, please!) BSE. A copy of the Stone Temple Pilots Thank You will be on its way...as soon as I have a postal address (I was hoping the winner would be a Novocastrian! I'm stingy that way).
Today I amazed myself. I took the Bather's Way walk to the Bogie Hole. Let me unhesitatingly recommend you to do so, if you ever visit Newcastle; it's gorgeous, with stunning ocean views. However, when I got to the Bogie Hole itself, well, I had no idea that access was only down a set of crumbling stone steps that end two feet short of the ground, and that the whole thing is under a overhanging cliff. Now I'm claustrophobic as well as being petrified of heights, so for me this was hell. I had intended to take photos, but I'm sorry, all I wanted to do was get out of there. But the thing is, the Bogie Hole was constructed by convict labour early in the 19th century to be the personal swimming pool for the commandant of the Newcastle colony. (Who wouldn't want their own chain gang to order the construction of anything you fancied?!?) Newcastle could hardly have been brimming with people at the time...so why the hell didn't they build the thing somewhere a little more central?