The Survey Co, Burnett Lane 19 May 18:59
The Shakespearean Insult Generator: what’s not to love?
Want to celebrate The Queen of England’s (& Australia for now) Jubilee? You could do a lot worse than follow these Angela Hartnett recipes in the FT.
Frommer’s tour of Montmartre *sigh*
The most excellent Global Mail brings us the story of Australia Photographer Bridget Flemmings rear views of NYC
“I trade the sill’s dryness for the sound”
The rain has cleared now. The ‘cold’ is here and the sun beams warmly from bright winter skies. It really is the best of Brisbane’s weather for a recently returned pseudo-European. Autumn in Brisbane means rain – quite a lot of it. I enjoyed hearing the soft pitter-patter on the leaves outside my kitchen widow. It’s different type of rain from the wispy, drizzly, sodden kind you get in London.
I don’t know why I expected to relocate to the other side of the earth and find non-stop clear sunny weather. Actually that’s not fair, Queensland is a very sunny place. I have no right to complain. The state has emerged from a drought followed by terrible floods in its recent past. And it is especially in this regard that I have no right to complain.
Since I’ve returned it’s been its calm self and I have enjoyed following a different set of seasons. The clearest of blue skies, a slight chill in shade and a deeply warming sunshine that makes you want to be walking out of doors. Eating and walking, two of my favourite things and lots more ‘winter’ to do it in.