When The Pillion and I moved up from Sydney last century we settled in Browns Plains, a smallish suburb about 25km (15 mi) South of the Brisbane CBD where development hadn’t boomed yet.
We knew nothing about the place, but we saw it as a way of getting our foot on to the real estate merry-go-round that was the Brisbane property market.
After the first year in our new home, it became obvious that Browns Plains was like an oven during the summer months, even though it was only about 30 km (19 mi) from the coast. Any sea breeze that came through usually ended up being hot and dusty by the time it reached us. Plus, the nearest large body of water, taking traffic into account, was at least 60 minutes away.
The plan was to stay in our new home for 2 to 5 years, build it up so we could make some money, sell it and trade up. Unfortunately, that went pear-shaped two years after we moved in when Australia was gripped by The Recession We Had To have.
Queue Plan B: Sit it out and hang on to what we had. Now was not the time to be moving house or changing jobs, especially now that we had a couple of extra mouths to feed.
In 2007, after 17 years, we managed to get our ducks in the row, the planets aligned and the angle of the dangle was just right.
We sold up in January 2007 and moved to the north side, about 6 km (4 mi) from Bramble Bay. Our new home overlooks the rest of the estate we live in, and at about 14:00 each afternoon a sea breeze comes through that cools things down nicely: It’s much cooler than Browns Plains.
Don’t get me wrong though, it still gets hot where we are now.
Take last Saturday for example. With the humidity sitting at 65%, it was over 34°C (93°F) by 12:00 and by 18:00 the humidity had climbed to 90% even though the temperature had dropped a few degrees.
A great day to enlist the magical powers of the air conditioner!
Sadly, a recent electrical storm caused an EMP* large enough for our air conditioner to released its factory installed manufacturers smoke. Alas, we didn’t find this out until last Saturday at the height of our discomfort.
Try as I might, I just couldn’t get that manufacturers smoke back into the darn thing to make it work again. So we just had to suck it up for the rest of the day and tolerate the heat and humidity.
When we woke the next morning, it became clear that Sunday was going to be a carbon copy of Saturday, so we decided to pack some togs and go for a ride out to Scarborough. Scarborough is about 14 km (8.5 mi) as the crow flies from where we live and we often head over that way to enjoy what the bay has to offer.
We spent about 4 hours on the fore-shore enjoying the breeze and cool bay water before we headed home along the esplanade at about 15:00.
We went through Redcliffe and Clontarf, over the bridge to Brighton, Sandagate and Shorncliffe. It’s only about 20km (12.5 mi) end to end, but it’s scenic. Besides, its nice to take the long way home sometimes.
On the way home we stopped at Griffin at the mouth of the Petrie River. Griffin is a sleepy sort of place, no shops, and only boasts a park and boat ramp really. But its close to home and a good place to go if you want to wet a line.
I took a few happy snaps of Bluey while we were there.
Quite photogenic don’t you think?
- EMP: Electromagnetic Pulse