Derham Groves

  • Darby and Joan … in Paradise and Gumboots

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  • The Latest on A.W. Purnell

    A Melbourne office building designed by Arthur Purnell in the late 1950s. Purnell loved flash cars and drove a Studebaker at the time, which may well be the car shown in this sketch. I’ve just received a $20,000 research grant from the Sidney Myer Fund to continue my work on the architecture of Arthur W. Read more

  • Yet More Views of Linton

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  • There’s No Place Like Holmes

    Following is the front cover for my next book, There’s No Place Like Holmes: Exploring Sense of Place Through the Sherlock Holmes Stories and the text for the back cover. It will be published in March 2008. ‘Derham Groves has had the brilliant idea of considering architecture as a detective story. It is a fascinating Read more

  • You’ve Got to Laugh … or Cry

    I’m committed to the notion of everydayness and to recording day-to-day events on this blog. Most things that happen are good, but occasionally you’re served a shit sandwich. My car was stolen in front of our house on Friday night. It is the second car I’ve had stolen in 12 months. I’m not rich, but Read more

  • More Views of Linton

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  • The Travels of Peter E. Sayers: Nandi to San Francisco

    More from Peter E. Sayers’ travel diary: Saturday 14 February, Nandi, Fiji We had about 1 1/4 hours at Nandi then we took off and landed at Canton Is. just before dawn next morning. (Date still 14th.) As Canton is just below the equator (2º) we found that at this time of day it was Read more

  • Men in Hats

    So far I’ve managed to contact two of the nine young men who travelled to the USA in 1959 with Peter E. Sayers. Apparantly their fathers had travelled to the USA in 1929 on a tour that was organised by the Young Australia League (YAL). Thirty years later they tried to revive the YAL, but Read more

  • Lewis Vincent Groves

    Dad died two years ago today. He was a lovely bloke and I miss him a lot. He had simple pleasures, like having a bet on the horses. ‘It’s an interest,’ he used to say. When he got sick towards the end and couldn’t go to the TAB, he’d write down his bets on a Read more

  • A Hut of One’s Own

    Recently we purchased three and a half acres at Linton, near Ballarat. There is a little mud hut on the block, which we’ll fix-up as a ‘weekender’. Hopefully the joys described in Ann Cline’s charming book, A Hut of One’s Own (1997), will soon be ours! Read more