Kew Gardens or to give its proper title “Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew”, is a place we have surprisingly never visited. Located in London on the south bank of the river Thames, Kew Gardens started in 1759 as a nine acre royal garden founded by Princess Augusta and has grown into a world renown Botanical garden and research housing the “largest and most diverse botanical and myological, yes I had to look up that word, “fungi” in the world and is also another World Heritage site to add to our list.
At over 330 acres today, Kew offers an amazing range of plants to see. Again the weather has been beautiful: in all our time in the UK, we have hardly seen a rainy day wherever we have been. We are lucky to see spring unfolding before our eyes as we walk around the gardens.
Temperate Greenhouse at Kew GardensMore Bluebells What a bark. Enjoying the Sunshine.
If you visit before the end of January 2027, you can see 30 of Henry Moore’s sculptures in an exhibition called “Monumental Nature” which we were lucky enough to enjoy seeing being setup during our visit. Opening on May 9th for eight months, these amazing sculptures are on display. Go and enjoy.
“Large Reclining Figure” 1983/4 by Henry Moore
Hint. Note that it is worth getting an annual membership for not much more than the price of single entry and allow for multiple visits.
As we said previously, “house clearing needs a break”, after three weeks back on the job and with the painters now firmly ensconced in the house, another road trip beckons. Having been West, and noting South and East offering limited travel opportunities geographically if you are based in Canterbury Kent, Northwards it will be for our second road trip.
Similar to our last trip, a mixture of family, friends and who knows what else is ahead of us. While winter still has it’s icy grip, well in the opinion of two sun loving Queenslanders, the first green shoots are appearing as we head north up the M1 for Scotland. After a night in the Midlands where we have our first experience using a PHEV, “plug in hybrid car” for the uninitiated including me . Our hire care is so new that only 6 miles on the odometer and the recharging cables in sealed plastic bags. Given our own car is 28 years old, this was a huge technological leap for us but we survived, managed the app. and charged the battery at a price equivalent to using petrol/gasoline. No savings there.
Just off our route north is Leeming Bar, a small village and home of the Wensleydale Railway. As someone, me, who has an interest in railways, a short detour is in order. The railway is not open but a member of the railway gave a short tour. Thank you.
Probably needs a little more work…..
Onward north and a refuelling stop in Aln, and you guessed it another heritage railway just minutes away. Being winter, the railway is closed to the public, as the others we have visited, however a number of volunteers were working and I was asked if we were interested in joining a train heading out for driver training. What a great opportunity and we were off. At the end of the line, we were invited into the cab of the British Rail Class 11 diesel No. 12088 where we stayed in the cab for the shunting and carriage reattachment, then on run back to Lionheart. Hopefully we both learned a little about driving a Class 11 and the various volunteers we talked to were appreciative of our visit and gave us a unique opportunity.
Interestingly this Class 11 has been fitted for vacuum braking at the last overhaul to allow passenger carriages to be hauled for those railway buffs amongst our loyal followers.
BR Class 11, 0-6-0 Diesel Electric Shunter No. 12088 ‘Shirley’In the engine shed at Lionheart on the Alm valley railway.
Finally we arrive at my cousin Jeff’s place in Scottish border country after passing through the town of Coldstream, which a famous British Army regiment takes it’s name from. We had not seen Jeff and Fen since we were last in South Africa back in 2016. We enjoyed great hospitality and a glimpse of another part of the world that we had merely passed through on previous occasions when were in Scotland. Trips to Coldstream, Kelso and chilly walks in the country, much chatting, laughing and happy reminiscing filled our days.
Anne and Jeff atop of of Hume Castle Us with Jeff and Fen
Spring in Brisbane seems to be an overnight experience as we move from winter to summer, the last two months in the UK have seen the gentle unfolding of spring as only a temperate climate can do. While we were surprised to see flowers upon our arrival in mid February, the trees have taken a more traditional path to summer. The stark black outline of the trees along the road as we head along the byways has steadily been softened by the ever growing presence of green as buds become leaves and will soon be a green patchwork quilt obscuring the branches.
Row of daffodils along the roadLeaderfoot viaduct, disused, near Tweedbank.
Across to Dumfries and another enjoyable afternoon and evening with cousins Richard and Celia. While the online methods of keeping in touch are great, there is nothing like face to face contact.
Richard and Celia Gorgeous view for evening drinksTeapot row in Otley, Yorkshire built by Anne’s great Grandfather.
Heading back into England as we head south from Carlisle, the low clouds over the lake district have a strange hue, no its snow! While nature is on board with Spring, Jack Frost’s icy grip has yet to be relinquished. What has been surprising is the farming activity. Everywhere we have seen large tractors pulling even larger trailers purposefully moving across the countryside. Don’t get to close to the back of the trailers as I suspect most are filled with some kind of smelly fertiliser.
Anne has wanted to visit the Yorkshire Sculpture Park near Wakefield and this trip provides the opportunity. The Park, which was established in 1977 and covers 500 acres with both indoor and outdoor sculptures. Interestingly not all sculptures are on permanent display, with special exhibitions being held. We had a great day just wandering around the park enjoying culture and exercise at the same time.
Daniel Arsham: Unearthed Bronze Eroded MelpomeneAbigail Reynolds’ “Trilobite” features 120 glass lenses that distort the view“Wilsis” by Jane Plensa looking towards Bretton Hall.Now that’s a handbag – can hold everything.
Kingston upon Hull Football team nicknamed the “Tigers” sadly was the only knowledge I had of the city. Neither of us had ever visited this part of the country. We are here to catch up with Phillip, my cousin, and his partner Nikki. Phillip and I had not crossed paths in over 40 years. How time flies. It was good to catch up and we have agreed that we should probably not wait another 40 years to catch up again.
Enjoying lunch with PhillipThe restored 1927 Spurn lightship in Hull harbour
If I had not seen a short segment on the history of “Cream” coloured telephone boxes in Hull a couple weeks ago, I would have had no idea that when all the public telephone boxes operated by various councils around the country were merged under the General Post Office (GPO), Hull decided to keep its network, called KCOM independent. When Red was chosen for all public telephone boxes, Hull kept theirs “Cream” and today they are Heritage listed.
New friends and white telephone box in Hull.
As Anne took a photo of the cream telephone box, carefully positioning herself to crop out two ladies smoking beside it, one cheekily called out – do you want us in your photo? Yes please Anne responded enthusiastically and after a good half an hour chatting with these two best friends, we declined joining them to their next pub gathering knowing we would not be able to get away for hours. Such a fun heart warming encounter.
Our first observation in Hull as we walked in the early morning sunshine was the number of shops with closed steel shutters which felt a little depressing. As we walked back to our hotel after lunch on Saturday, we find every pub and club packed overflowing with people of all ages enjoying the afternoon. So different from the morning. As we found during our week spent in Termini Imerese last June, one cannot make assumptions about a place on just first impressions.
Our first impression of Hull city centre. Queen Victoria Square and Town Hall in HullThe city humming in the afternoon.
A great week’s respite seeing cousins and March 2026 is now over (yes this post is very very late), back to house clearing.
I have borrowed both the title of Charles Kingsley’s book and the name of a small north Devon town actually named after the book, for this blog, however with good reason. We are on the road heading to the western most point on mainland England. The town’s name is also the only one in the UK to include an exclamation mark.
After arriving in the UK and a relaxing weekend catching up with Diane and Jeremy, we head to Canterbury. The reason for coming to the UK in winter is to clear Anne’s mother house for future sale as she has moved into a retirement home. No exciting exotic locations this time I am afraid, just elbow grease, mostly, for the next couple of months.
After two solid weeks of house clearing/sorting, a soul crushing experience, a break is called for and a chance to catch up with family and friends. We have planned a week long road trip heading west all the way to Land’s End.
To collect the car for our trip from Gatwick Airport, we must take multiple trains and in doing so end up with just under an hour to spare in Tonbridge Kent en route. Here I spent my first Christmas with Anne way back in 1974. We walk the high street, but every shop has changed since I lived there, even my local pub where I once worked has become a child care centre! Nothing like getting them started young!
As we cross the South Downs in Sussex, the water running down the side of the road is white! So much rain even the chalk hills are fully soaked.
Locals unblocking drains in villages
We spend the first weekend of the road trip with Anne’s nephew Timothy, his wife Bex and two sons near Salisbury, explore the city and have a great weekend with them all. Next stop is my sister Tansy where we are treated royally with as generous hospitality as we were in Salisbury. What can you bring to such people? Well sunshine of course. It seems that the south of UK has been under grey clouds and almost continuous rain since the start of the year. We, it seems as per the photos below, are able to conjure up blue skies and sunshine from time to time although I think our powers do have limitations. We have been referred to as “Sun Whisperers” by one individual, nice title I think but probably a little unrealistic.
Sunshine over Canterbury CathedralSunset through winter trees Spring is coming in the Sunshine
With Tansy and John, we visit Wimborne Minster and get a short tour of the Minster of St Cuthburga church by the Canon who Tansy knows. The Minster has a history stretching back 1,300 years and even has a king buried there, although they are not sure where.
Minster of St CuthburgaLovely walk with Tansy and John
We depart Dorset for Exeter, following the same route we took on Streak and Storm back in 2022, but that was in summer. A car in winter is a much more comfortable option. As a child, we always by-passed Exeter on the way to our summer holiday destination in South Devon. I have never visited Exeter, but today, that all changes. We are visiting our friend Sam who lives there.
After lunch Sam takes us on a unique walking tour of Exeter taking us from Roman times, through Medieval and Victorian to the reconstruction after WW2 bombing damage. Roman walls, complete Elizabethan houses moved to make way for roads and much more, Exeter is a fascinating place, and with the right guide such as Sam, well worth a visit. We will return one day for a more detailed look.
Sam and Anne on our Exeter tourWith Sam in ExeterWas this house’s shape impacted by being moved?
It has been estimated that there around one million potholes in the UK, about one every 100 meters. Local councils are supposedly responsible for their repair but are financially constrained, who isn’t? As Anne drives across Dartmoor trying to avoid the water filled potholes on the narrow single track lanes, we come across some enterprising local men and women filling potholes. I suggest to them that after the repairs they set up a toll booth as those who maintained roads centuries ago did to pay for the repairs and they do need a Wacker Plate so all donations would be gratefully accepted if you are passing through Widecombe-in-the-Moor.
Enterprising Pot hole fillers in the depths of DartmoorDartmoor with the sun bathing the distant hills
We make our way to the nearby and very quaint Rugglestone Inn to meet Pat and Andy, our friends from Brisbane who have settled in Cornwall. It has been a couple of years since we last met, we were on Streak and Storm then. The conversation flows and it is great to see that they are well and happy. Pity they so far away, but I am sure we will catch up again in some remote pub in the west of the UK.
Pat and Andy, happy as always.
Our next stop is the North Devon hamlet of Rockford. and a opportunity to take the back roads, the shortest route across Dartmoor. The narrow single track lanes, in places covered in layers of mud and water, make for an interesting journey. At times a 4×4 would seem more appropriate but we reach our destination and enjoy an evening drink with the hosts in the Rockford Inn. A short walk along the East Lyn river showed us the beauty of this area and gave us a taste of the variety of walks available.
Will the brakes work?Be aware of following the GPS route.Rockford InnWalking from our Rockford Inn
A short detour as we head west to the Lynton & Barnstable Railway.
Beautiful 2-4-2T a new build finished in 2017.
As we pass Bodmin, this is the furthest west we have been in Cornwall to date. We are going all the way west to Land’s End this time, and then back to see Tiff, another of the adventure motorcycling world which we fortunate enough to be part of. Tiff lives in Porthcurno, a small village close to Land’s end, known for the terminus of the first undersea telegraph cable and the Minack Theatre, but first Land’s End.
Late in a February afternoon with the wind whipping rain around us and clutching our headgear we made our way to the end of mainland England. Our first time here and judging by the lack of company plus everything being closed, this is probably not the best time to visit, but we do enjoy the outdoor elements and while our stay was brief, we were happy to have seen Land’s End.
Guess where?
We arrange to meet Tiff at the Minack Theatre, not realising that she was cycling there in the rain. As we catch up over coffee, the clouds part and sunshine beams down on us. Tiff suggests we start with the Rowena Cade Museum, she is right. Rowena Cade’s story is both fascinating and a testament to what a single person can achieve. Starting in 1929 she and a few helpers carved a theatre of of the Cornish cliffside. From carrying sand up the cliff to creating carvings Rowena Cade spent decades building what is an amazing clifftop theatre that attracts both performers and over 100,000 visitors a year. I will leave the rest of this fascinating story of a formidable woman for you to uncover when you visit.
Anne and Tiff welcoming the sunshine Model of the Minack Theatre Looking down to the Minack Theatre stage
An overnight stop in Torquay and we are back on the job at hand. Three weeks to the next road-trip.
As we enter the Qantas lounge at Brisbane International and our boarding passes are scanned by the friendly staff, I realise that this is almost the first person we have interacted with since our friend Jane dropped us off at the airport. Baggage tags printed by a kiosk, luggage whisked away by an automated bag drop, boarding passes sent electronically to our phones, through Immigration via a kiosk and no interaction with anyone apart from the one person getting us to come forward into the body scanner at the security check. At least we still have crew on the aircraft!, Times they are a changing…
Outbound heading for Singapore on the first leg of our journey to the UK. Previously this has been a one stop 24 hour trip for us in economy with the attendant jet lag, but over the years, we have found this journey harder and harder. Time for a change.
In the 1930’s, Qantas Empire Airways and Imperial Airways, great names, started a 12 day service between Australia and the UK. The service had over 30 stops, some just to refuel, and passengers flew in small noisy aeroplanes with inflight service being sandwiches distributed by the pilots during the day. Nights were spent on the ground with dinner and sleeping in what I hope was a comfortable bed. We plan to emulate the better aspects of this, daytime flights, although only 2 stops over four days in modern aircraft and comfortable hotels. We realise that this will cost more but provides more measured time changes and the opportunity for a little sightseeing en-route. We will have one night in Singapore and two in Doha. Travelling from Australia to Europe the route opportunities are endless and perhaps some of the smaller airlines could work together to create such options for people like us, rather than the one airline through journey, at a reasonable price.
Out for dinner in Singapore: we thought Thai restaurants would be good for gluten free food, but a number of places we tried said no, or just offered plain rice. Possibly because they were not set up for tourists. We settled on grilled fish at an Indonesian restaurant followed by a comfortable night’s sleep.
The “Jewel” at Changi Airport sans waterFree overnight accommodation at Changi Airport
Singapore Passport control outbound does not require any use of a passport as my attempts to find a place to insert the passport are to no avail. I am assuming facial recognition in use similar to Hong Kong airport flight boarding last year. How many copies of my face exist on computers around the world now?
Our Qatar Airways flight to Doha is not full and we have a spare seat next to us, great. Free Starlink provides connectivity to the internet en-route, a first for us. We can see and connect to the world, apart from over India where the service was suspended, for web, emails, messages. I used to enjoy the long haul flights for work without the distractions of emails and messages. No such luck today. Although Anne is happy to continue chatting via Whatsapp or Messenger while flying.
Even the “2slowspeeds”, supposedly experienced travellers, get it wrong: as we pass through Doha customs, an alarm goes off and we are called aside. We have a bottle of Finnish Liqueur that Anne brought for her sister last year and we were taking to England. Confiscated, no alcohol allowed into Qatar: all luggage must have been scanned before getting to us on the luggage carousel and they even x-ray hand luggage on arrival. What a waste and disappointment.
Why I ask myself am I holding 9.75 kg. / 21.5 lb. of dates when we only went out for 50 grams of saffron? Well, as we walked to the Souq Waqif, there was the “4th Souk Waqif International Dates Exhibition”, no not “Dating”, “Dates” the eating kind. Now Anne is partial to these small tasty fruits so we had to go in. Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Algeria, Sudan, Palestine and a host of other countries were showing their wares. Tasting opportunities abound and we take full advantage, hence the packages in my hands. An unexpected opportunity as the exhibition only opened in the afternoon and some stands were still setting up.
Mmm tasty dates. 45 more stands to try.You brought how many boxes of dates?
Being Friday our second day starts late. Nothing is open until 12:30 at the earliest so no rush to get out, plus the temperature is a cool 19 degrees celsius. Anne has noticed that Art Basel Doha opens to the public today. An opportunity to see what is happening in the art world here in Qatar. Anne spends a couple of hours there.
Looking the part on the red carpet.
In today’s of world of instability and wars, it is not surprising that there is an overwhelming message and representation of environmental and political pressures and human displacement embedded in many artworks.
Continents in Gestation (2024) is a large-scale, shimmering tapestry by acclaimed Ghanaian sculptor El Anatsui, crafted from repurposed aluminum bottle caps and copper wire.Fascinating detail of El Anatsui’s artworkKhalil Rabah – Transition, among other thingsBeautiful people posing in front of artworksBouthayna Al Muftah Living: Architectures of Memory
And the finally some colour to lift the mood …
Perfect photo bomb as Anne was about to take a photo
We had previously been to both The National Museum of Qatar and the Museum of Islamic Art in 2025 but had not been to the Heshrap Modern Art Museum. Time to remedy that. The museum is accessible by Metro and Tram some 16km from our location. The Tram here was likely built to transport fans to the World Cup football matches at the 44,000 seat Education City stadium. Today we are the only passengers apart from the Kenyan security guard with whom we talk about Nairobi, where we lived back for a couple of months in 1982/3, Mandazi (Kenyan doughnut), Matatu Kenyan minibus/taxi and Mzuntu (foreigner), some of words we all know come flooding back. We had a good time in living in Nairobi. Each of the Kenyans we met asked when we were going back. Good question. After so much time has elapsed, would anything we knew still be the same?
Coming out of one gallery, we are greated with this intriguing display:
Walid Raad and Pierre Hughebaert installation
In the middle of it is a notice with the following:
“Commissioned by Mathaf, we (Walid Raad and Pierre Hughebaert) set out to create a mixed media installation for this corridor, assembling headlines and statements by artists, curators, and others working in the arts about the wars in Palestine-phrases we wish were ours, and ones we would never claim. After shipping our materials to Doha, we arrived six weeks ago to find our assigned corridor arranged in an odd way. It quickly became clear that someone, most likely a technician or staff member, simply aiming to be helpful, had organized our materials to make installation easier. We abandoned our plans and decided to leave space as it was. Needless to say, we spent weeks trying to identify the culprits who had freely yet fastidiously laid these “facts on the ground.” But to no avail.”
We wonder what the artists’ original intention wasPalestinian Abdul Hay Mosallam Zarara depicts massacres and family displacement
Using the Metro and Trams is easy and cheap. A day pass for six dirhams (AU$2.5) allows unlimited travel on both. Very good value and need to be brought from the staff at offices at each station, not the machines I think.
Cheap public transport in Doha
For dinner we are back to our favourite Philippino restaurant Shore Time where they do a grilled chicken and steamed vegetables for the troublesome coeliac. Nice to have eating places I can return to. One more night’s sleep and we will be heading to London.
Quick they will all be gone soon.
Spend US$40 on a limited edition strawberry flavoured Toblerone, only 15 left “even comes with a numbered certificate to remind you of what you ate” the salesman espouses. Much as I love Toblerone, gluten free and all, I will pass on this one. Smoked salmon for brunch with a glass of bubbly in one of the many Qatar Airways lounges will have to suffice.
Relaxing in the Qatar Platinum/Gold lounge in Doha
Seems that the days of wearing masks on plane is over. We appear to be the only people wearing masks. While waiting to board our flight to London, the coughing around us sounds to me like an orchestra tuning. Never heard so many people coughing, but no one seems to care, we are keeping masks on and bugs out! We will let you know how that turn out.
London in 3 hours but no planned motorcycling on this trip, too cold and wet amongst other things. We have enjoyed taking this travel approach, only daytime flights and spending time sightseeing en-route: I think this will form the basis of our travel to Europe going forward.
Why a week out from heading overseas are we sitting at 5:30 am on a Virgin Australia B737 heading to Sydney on Australia day? Late last year, Amy, a friend from Texas, let us know that she and her son would be in Australia in late January and how great it would be to catch up. We had not seen Amy for over 10 years since we were in Houston and Amy generously lent her art gallery to hold an Australian Aboriginal Art Exhibition for Anne’s company Cicada Trading Art Gallery. Sadly our paths had not crossed since so of course we are heading to Sydney to meet with Amy and Sam.
New easy single level car to plane access at Brisbane airport
Australia Day, a national public holiday since 1994, is celebrated each year on the 26th of January. On 26th of January 1788, the First Fleet arrived in Sydney harbour and Captain Arthur Philips landed at Sydney Cove and raised the Union Jack to claim the land for Great Britain. Over the following years, these early immigrants and those who followed spread across the land.
Australia Day has a historical significance as it commemorates the establishment of British sovereignty, but is protested as “Invasion Day” by many, who call for a date change due to the colonization, violence, and loss of sovereignty it represents for Indigenous Australians. A national day should be celebrated as a national public holiday, promoting reflection on all Australian history, diversity, and achievements and celebrating shared identity and national solidarity. As long as our National Day is linked to the start of British sovereignty or the invasion of Aboriginal land, it cannot be celebrated by all as it marks the start of colonial violence and dispossession of land.
We, like many others before us, are immigrants to this great land. We both feel grateful and privileged to have been able to live here for the last 37 years, albeit on and off! Australia is home. Thanks to Anne’s Aboriginal family, we better understand their deep connection to their land. So we will continue to celebrate Australia as a proud Australians, but with reflection and sadness the day is linked to so much hurt and cruelty and will continue to hope the date gets changed.
Descending into Sydney we get a view of the harbour and what looks like rain. Yours truly did not check the weather as he has no waterproof gear! After dropping our bags at our hotel we make our way through the Sydney CBD recalling our times when we both worked in Sydney commuting each week from Brisbane.
Should have checked and packed for rain?
We meet Amy and Sam at their hotel. Great that they have organised a harbour tour for 10:30 and we wander down with the growing throngs of people heading for Sydney Cove. Through an Australia day only security bag check and we are ready to go on the harbour.
Most of the notable festivities for Australia Day in Sydney are focused on the harbour. Those of you who have been lucky enough to visit Sydney will be aware of how central the harbour is to the city. We have been fortunate years ago to spend a couple of New Year’s Eves on the harbour with our friend Don Roberts on his WW2 Australian Navy tender. We met Don on a trip to Antarctica in 1997 where we, with others, named a mountain after him when we were part of a group making the first accent of what was then an unclimbed and unnamed peak, giving us naming rights but that is another story. Today will be a first, not only for Australia Day but daytime on the harbour.
Our boat called Spectre with Captain James was waiting for us at the Commissioner’s steps, which is situated in front of the Museum of Contemporary Art Australia. We navigate our way around the temporary barriers for Australia day crowds onto Spectre and following the safety briefing, Captain James opens-up the twin 300 Mercury outboards push us swiftly out passed the Opera house waving to the crowds ashore, who responded in kind – not sure who waved first but we all happily waved.
Always wave back. Amy and Sam
Out towards Garden Island, the eastern base of the Royal Australian Navy. As we approach, we see HMAS Canberra, a helicopter landing ship slowly making her way towards the centre of the harbour to be part of the festivities. At one point we are warned off by a loud finger whistle for getting to close by a small military boat, probably afraid we will scratch the paint. Around Fort Denison lighthouse, a small island that was shelled by the US Navy during the Japanese midget submarine attack in WW2. The island could look like a submarine at night.
About to be warned off from HMAS CanberraThe “James Craig” one of the tall shipsOld ferry now used for indigenous harbour tours
The festivities mean that we need to be east of the harbour bridge by 11:30. Sitting just off the water police jetskis, we get to witness an RAAF F35 flyby, including a barrel roll right above us, then a 21 gun salute. Following the 21 gun salute, we witness an annual race between four Sydney harbour ferries. This annual event starts between the Sydney Harbour bridge and the Opera house out round Fort Denison island for two laps. Surprisingly they are fast, I understand they can do 25 knots. Before you think about a wager on the 2027 race, I have it from an inside source that the winner is known in advance, probably to avoid having four damaged or, worse still, sunk ferries when normal service resumes the following day.
RAAF F35-A over the Sydney Harbour bridge. 21 gun salute for Australia day
After a rest from the morning and lunch exertions, we meet for dinner at 6 Head restaurant in the Rocks giving us a front row seat to the light and sound show panorama that fills the sky from the Sydney Harbour bridge past the Opera House to the harbour foreshore. An amazing combination of lights, fireworks and drones paint the sky with colour and sound. Four hundred drones take to the sky rising up from a pad right in front of us. The sound of 400 hundred drones slowly rising right in front of us is eery. The precision is amazing, although the back of my mind I am thinking of how they can be used for nefarious purposes, what if they had my image and were after me? Like so many things they can be used for good and bad.
The 400 drones taking off in front of usSpectacular lighting and fireworksThat was a lovely day – thank you Australia
Thank you Amy for suggesting we come to Sydney and hosting us for Australia day, we got to meet Sam and had a wonderful day, as Anne says “When was the last time you did something for the first time?”, with the proviso “that you want to”.
Tuesday in Sydney is spent catching up with old friends, first in town, then lunch at Mosman. Nice to spend time with them. Now back to Brisbane to pack for next week.
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