I’ve come good on a threat I made about three weeks ago.
I don’t normally make threats, but on this occasion I saw no other way to deal with the problem. A tune-up was required.
In last weeks post, Take The Long Way Home, I mentioned arguing with myself about why I don’t ride the scenic route home from work more often:
The days were too short during winter for this route (but there is a slightly shorter alternative I retorted, you’d be home before dark. Easy)
Its been years since I’ve been out to Lake Wivenhoe for anything recreational.
Years ago, when we lived in Browns Plains on the southern outskirts of Brisbane, we spend quite a bit of time out there just running amok with the kids during the school holidays.
Last Sunday The Pillion and I took off down to Northern NSW yet again. I’m not sure what draws us to this part of the world, the roads, the scenery or something else.
It doesn’t matter though, because every-time we head down that way we find something new to enjoy.
This week I’m not going to post anywhere near one thousand words. I’m far too medicated to write anything coherent.
I tried pretty hard to convince The Pillion to come out on a ride last weekend. Alas she wasn’t feeling so flash and no amount of begging was going to get her to come with me.
She did give her blessing to head out though, and even suggested that it might be a good idea to take Jaja out for the day.
Its’s not often I head in to the city for a night of fun and frivolity, but when I do, I take photos.
Allow me to introduce you to Brisbane; my adopted home town.
You might remember a few months ago The Pillion and I had an epic adventure down Tasmania way.
No need to stress, I’m done flogging that horse. I would like to share some history and photos from another part of our trip though, one that took place on the mainland.
Most Aussies would be aware of the deluge that Mother Nature unleashed on the Australian eastern seaboard in early June, where it seemed no city or town was spared along a 2000km (1250m mile) stretch of coast line.
Port Arthur is one of those places that should be on the list of every Australian history buff.
It’s an easy 1-1/2 hour ride south-east of Hobart, with lots of scenic spots along the way. Once there, you could easily spend a couple of days just wandering through the ruins.
Just as well the entry ticket is valid for two days entry.