Doing the RAW Challenge Gold Coast with Kids. First version published in Kids on the Coast, Aug 2018 My nine year old stands with his seven year old brother at the lip of a trench, both of them eyeing the muddy water doubtfully. I wade straight in, my battered old sneakers squishing in the marshy…
Tag: Gold Coast
Christmas Lights.
Hi! Just popping in to say I hope you had a loverly Chrissy! AND a loverly New Year’s, AND a loverly Straya Day if you are in Oz – I was going to post this before the end of the year, but didn’t. Hey, I’m only a month late! It’s been pretty hectic around here – a few…
Alice in Wonder-Where-I-Am-Land.
Remember blimmin’ months ago when I promised to tell you about the time I went for a stroll around the block, decided to go off-trail into the bush and nearly put myself into a survival situation? Well I’m finally making good. It happened on Easter Sunday. I remember it well, because I’d eaten a shitload of chocolate and was…
The Wilds of Suburbia: Burleigh Head National Park, QLD.
Disclaimer: Not sponsored. But you know that by now. Burleigh Heads is a little town on the Gold Coast that’s like a ‘best of’. It has everything on the Goldie in one place (well, except for the theme parks) but on a smaller scale; gorgeous beaches and surf breaks, a wildlife park just up the road, cafes and restaurants, parks…
One 5th birthday party, 4 months late, with 36 kids & a hangar full of blown up stuff.
As I might’ve whinged about previously, Rory’s birthday falls first thing in January and I’m shithouse at getting organised in time. Every year! So this year being the year he turned five and started school I said let’s have your party a couple of weeks after school starts, then we can invite your new class! Roars thought this was…
End of (Summer) Days.
100th post! My maiden century! I had a very different post in mind to mark this milestone, but this one will be more fun. And it haz pretty pictures! Thanks so much for stopping by. Maybe you’ve been here before – thanks for that too! Quite possibly you are my mum, sister or husband and have read most…
On The Other Day…
Poor Rory. I reckon having your birthday at the start of January is almost as bad as having your birthday on Christmas Day, at least when your mum’s as useless as me. His birthday sneaks up on me every new year! It doesn’t help that we’re usually travelling, or recuperating from travelling, and my brain is still AWOL. As I did…
SWELL; Just Swell!
Currumbin is awesome. There’s two beaches; the main one’s best for boogieboarding and brunch, and the Alley is best for playing in the shallows, learning to surf, and scrambling amongst the boulders. One day soon the boys will be big enough to climb Currumbin Rock with me too. So much to love! One sunny day 13 years…
1.21 GIGAWATTS!?!?
Yesterday was *mostly* boring as we had to stay indoors – Rory had kinesiology for his allergy to our tallow wood blossoms on Monday and needed to avoid them for 25 hours afterwards. I didn’t want to go anywhere as we’ve been out heaps this holidays (playdates to the movies and the beach, Swell Festival, Oz…
The Misty, Muddy Mountains: Binna Burra, Queensland.
Last December J & I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary. The day itself was a bit of a fizzer; I awoke with a 6 yr old’s foot up my bum and J started work at 5.30am. So romance. Eh, it was fine. Once the right time presented itself however – the following Easter weekend – we…
For My Dear Friends Freezing Their Arses Off in the Northern Winter.
A rather belated Christmas Day post! (And you’re probably all ‘SRSLY? Do you even get the concept of blogging in a timely, relevant fashion?‘) (May I remind you that this time last year I’d been AWOL for 3 months? …I am actually quite impressed with myself.) (If you like, just imagine this all happened last Sunday. It could have;…
The First And Last Adventure.
For all intents and purposes Justine and I first moved out of home before we’d even finished school. For our final two years we attended boarding school in Geraldton, 480 kilometres south of Carnarvon, and only saw Mum & Dad for holidays and the odd long weekend. After we graduated we each spent one more year…
Still Not A Journal. 