Yesterday, my car was in the shop for some work so I walked around to a friend’s place and we went for a drive, up the coast and I had the luxury of being a passenger.

The day was perfect; sunshine, blue sky, sparkling ocean, lots of laughter.

We stopped for coffee in the garden area at The Organic Store  and I bought one of the African baskets I’ve been wanting for ages. I may go back and get a second, bigger one…


We stopped for a while to exercise our cameras. Well, you can’t go to a beautiful beach and not record the event! This is Seaforth, looking NW…IMG_0498

And looking back the other way…


All that fresh, salty air makes a girl hungry! So we drove a little further along the road that leads, via the next bay, to Cape Hillsborough and stopped for lunch at The Old Station Tea House. A beautiful spot, almost in a jungle; last time I was there was high summer and the mosquitoes were  voracious! But yesterday was a perfect winter day. And the resident cat joined us on the old verandah…IMG_0511

I remember my grandmother having a telephone like this! IMG_0510.JPG

And today? The mercury has slipped a few degrees and we have squally showers. Certainly not a day for T-shirting around the beaches!

That’s all, folks! Domestic duties call…









Actually, not really aimlessly.Enjoyably is a better word.

A walk in the sunshine is often a good way to focus crowded thoughts. So that’s what we did the other day.With a camera.Of course.


Seed capsules on a eucalypt.



Acacia holosericea  Velvet leaf wattle. I did have one growing  by the back gate, but, like all its kin, it was short-lived. But I’m clearing a HUGE clump of gingers so maybe I’ll put in another wattle…


This was as close as I dared! That mud is sucking-treacherous and I didn’t feel like getting wet. Mangroves along an inlet, in case you’re wondering.

A tradition has grown up around “lost or forgotten shoes” down at the beach. This “decorated” palm is known as The Thong Tree. (No, Muriel, not that sort of thong.Muriel!!) 





Fishing with his best friend.


Bougainvillea in a beach-side garden.


Pandanus nut. How big? Hmm…not quite as big as an American football or Rugby ball. When ripe, it will be bright orange.


This is just a sample from our meandering.The sun had turned up the thermostat and we wanted coffee so we headed back to the home jungle…IMG_2465.JPG

Yes, somewhere in there is where we live!




Of course, “normal” may be interpreted in several ways…but for my purposes, let’s just say that I am now able to see a blean* at the end of the tunnel.

I tend to be one of those people who, when they see their plate has room for more, pile on more. Sometimes lots more. I’m not talking about the avoirdupois gluttony.No,no,no! The tendency to think I can tackle more than I can in the time I have available.That sort of more. And before I know it, my faint blean has become a ruddy bonfire, the sort that alerted towns miles along the coast that the enemy was in sight.

So, I’m relying on images to fill the space!

Yesterday morning,The Man suggested a walk down to the beach.So I put the little camera in my pocket…


A Cairo vine.I think it’s  pretty, but it’s a frightful pest when it gets away!Here, it’s slugging it out with native mangroves along a drain.


link http://keyserver.lucidcentral.org/weeds/data/media/Html/ipomoea_cairica.htm

This is Sunset Beach, looking north to  Bucasia. Technically, when the tide is out, you could get across the inlet to Bucasia Beach. A crocodile might fancy you as a snack though…


These caught my eye.They look a little like cashews. But they aren’t.And I still don’t know what they are! Gnomes’ hats, maybe…


Pyrostegia venusta . I’m guessing that, unless people prune it, next year that fence will be entirely draped in glowing orange flowers.



Calliandra Not sure which, but probably C. haematocephala.


When they say “beachfront living” this must be what they mean.Nice, innit?


There is a local Embroidery Guild chapter whose members are very active. Here, we see a representation of a running dog, worked in tiny French Knots. No? How about a representation of a running dog, by Mick Tyris?

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“Here be pirates!” Well, a pirate’s hat.


I’ll leave you with the local Surf Life Savers’ clubhouse. If you squint through the trees you can see the Pub With the Million Dollar View, my local watering hole, high on the cliff behind the clubhouse.


Not a bad Sunday morning saunter. Mind you, the smell of sizzling bacon wafting from several places almost undid my resolve!



*  those of you who have read Liff will know.



That might sound a little harsh. I love bats. Back in my London days, I had a bat box in Epping Forest. I’ve rescued bats. I find them endlessly fascinating.

But it must be said, they can be messy little beggars. They seem to be competing with birds and possums over who can make the most and stickiest mess. Of course, we have now paved the back pathway and we have  rather a lot of palms overhanging the garden and path…

But back to the mystery object of the previous post. It was a yo-yo. No, it’s not Johnny’s yo-yo. Did you ever play with yo-yos? When I was about 7 or 8 someone gave me a yo-yo and I spent hours trying to master it. I could get it to unwind in a downward motion.But would it wind back up? Would it heck as like! My yo-yo suffered from terminal gravity. Until…I had a brilliant idea. Actually, at that age I had quite a few brilliant ideas, not all of which were feasible.But I was hell-bent on beating that bloody yo-yo…

Convinced something was wrong with its cord, I scrabbled in my mother’s sewing box and found some shirring elastic. Bingo! I’d defeated  gravity! Maybe, if I’d kept practising I might have been as good as this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x7ZxW4vinI

Let’s have a look at the local beach.Recent rain has washed away the dust and this is how it looked when I had lunch with friends at the “pub with the million dollar view.”IMG_4770

Turning South. My house is out of frame to the right and a few streets over.


And this little chap hopped out of my car the other day after I’d taken a load of pruning trash to the tip. I think it’s Litoria fallax. If anyone can confirm that, please do.



And in other news…I have been instructed in the starting of  the Mustang. First, I must connect the battery. And, once the engine turns over, I must shut it off for  few seconds. Then I turn it on again, this time running it for 15-20 seconds. Then I let it sit for a couple of minutes. And the next time I turn the key…I can actually put it in reverse and back it out onto the drive!

All this is so that if My Man is not home when the tow truck comes to collect the Mustang,I can line it up to be loaded on the truck. Yes! One of them is going to a new home.

That’s it for now! I’m off to stretch my legs while daylight lasts.