Waterfalls

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“Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong
Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.”

William Shakespeare – The Tempest

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Second Stop: Brisbane

Next stop is Brisbane, capital of Queensland.

My favourite spot in Brisbane is South Bank.  There are lots of places to eat and drink.  There is also the South Bank markets which are full of crafty things, jewelry, clothes and interesting things.

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There is also a city beach with swimming facilities which is fab.  If you follow the paths  from the river front, you can walk through some nice nature areas and reach the Pavilion which is very pretty and tranquil.

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We stayed in Kangaroo Point and the City Hopper ferry stops near here which makes it a great spot to stay if you are looking for somewhere convenient.  The City Hopper ferry is the little red ferry, it is slower that the city cats, but it is free!

If you are looking for activities I would recommend the GOMA but remember nothing is open on Good Friday or the Easter weekend.  My favourite, however, is The Brisbane Museum especially the dinosaur and nature sections.

A special treat for Mr Elf, we go to The Gabba to is the Brisbane Lions play.  Its a great atmosphere and even if you only have a limited grasp on the rules, or no idea what is happening, I would still recommend going to see a match if you get the chance.  There are food trucks, drinks and everyone is having a good time…even the Lions’ supporters!

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The start of something

The start of something is always the hardest part of the journey.

2018  has started and there are many things to reflect on and many things that need to be started.  Our plans for this year’s travel and adventures are well on the way.

Part of the delay in the kick start of this year has been the other writing love in my life, my play writing, has taken a front seat at the moment due to my second play being published.  I have put my links at the bottom of the page in a shameless self promotion.

No excuse is a good excuse, I know.  But in any case this is an excuse that I am proud of.

Any way, on to the next thing, we’re off to an exhibition at the National History Museum.  More to follow…

Plays!

 

last year

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”

(Little Gidding

T.S. Eliot

Made by Elves

Less of an adventure more of a challenge.  I’ve undertaken an upcycle/refurb/artistic re-do project on a traveling trunk.

I found this trunk online and have be reading lots of blogs (thank you guys!) and this is my first try.

First I washed the trunk down and made sure it was clean.  There was a little rust on the lid, so I sanded it back a bit.

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Next I chose my colours and started painting.  I chose chalk paint as it sticks to all sorts of materials including metal.

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Next…I realised I had an issue…bleed through.  After more research I realised I should have used a sealant before painting…still I know.  Although I have been assured this will not have caused any damage to the trunk.

So, I sealed the trunk using a spray varnish for metal.  After applying and drying two layers I re-painted.  Having used up some of the  colours I updated the choices and applied two coats.  Once dry, I applied two further coats of varnish and this is the final result.

 

If you are interested in the trunk, it is for sale. Please do get in touch and let me know.

 

Braveheart

just for fun!

 

William Wallace: “Royal Magistrate: The prisoner wishes to say a word. William Wallace: [shouts loud and long] Freedom!”
Magistrate: The prisoner wishes to say a word.
William Wallace: [shouts loud and long] Freedom!

Come away

“The host is rushing ‘twixt day and night,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.”

– W. B. Yeats