So my roster’s changed and I’ll be in Sydney for another three nights… sigh… Wonder if Zeus, the demented staffie, will remember me? Lets hope my husband does… I took this photo of a sunrise over Yorkey’s Knob a couple of weeks ago, but only downloaded it today. Didn’t realise what a deep pink the Continue reading
Tag: Suspense in the Tropics
Cool Ice, Hot Nights!
We were sat in the pool tonight sipping a chilled sauv blanc (as you do in Cairns in the middle of January) contemplating what our less fortunate relatives might be doing. The crowd in the UK would be out shovelling snow off their footpath so they could get to their car, to scrape the ice Continue reading
G that’s disappointing…
At the risk of sounding like Bettina Arndt I have to ask if the weather or other historical (or is that hysterical) factors are to blame for recent sexual behaviours in France and Britain. According to the British press the NHS, in a moment of post Christmas bonhomie, is exhorting the Brits to get into Continue reading
Ella’s Pink Lady in the Furious Fifties
Being a couple of sailing tragics, we were glued to the TV for the start of the Sydney to Hobart Yacht race on Boxing Day. As the big maxi yachts manoeuvred for position, like graceful partners in an elaborate quadrille or waltz, I couldn’t help but compare them with Jessica Watson on board Ella’s Pink Continue reading
Merry Christmas from the Sim!
I know my husband is convinced I live the high life when I’m in Sydney with work, so just to prove him right here’s a photo from the other night! Cappie (Capt Owen Capp, head of the table in black) has a favourite restaurant – Zia Pina in Mascot – so we all crowded in Continue reading
Of possums and mangoes
Last night at about 2 am, right after the sixth run of emergency sirens had wailed up Vulture St, the resident possum came galavanting across the corrugated iron roof wearing her hobnails boots. Cranky with the world for keeping me awake I figured I might as well get up and say hello. What else did Continue reading
Sounds a bit fishy…
I grew up in East Brisbane and coming home to visit always throws up something interesting. I love my early morning walks threading my way through the backstreets, enjoying the changing face of the suburb and smiling at the growing sophistication that’s come to a working class suburb. Nothing shows that cosmopolitan journey more than Continue reading
Magpie song
For the last three days I’ve been staying at my parent’s home. It always feels a little weird to be in the house alone. The ghosts are a benign presence, more silent guardians than intrusive interlopers. The traffic roars up the road outside in an incessant rumble (dare I day 24/7…) The sounds of neighbours Continue reading
Random acts of kindness
Today is one of those days when I’m proud to be a member of the human race (and I don’t always feel like that). My mother’s in hospital in Brisbane after falling and breaking her leg (she’s 87 years old so her bones aren’t as strong as they were. She used to bounce right back Continue reading
Hydro at Paronella Park
Paronella Park is one of my favourite places in North Queensland. Something about the epic struggle between man and nature that’s been raging there for the last eighty years makes me all soft and sentimental. Jose Paronella spent most of his adult life carving his slice of paradise out of the wilderness around Mena Creek. Continue reading