It feels quintessentially Brunswick to be sitting in a bar on Sydney Road, listening to afternoon ultra-groove and surrounded by 1970s decor. Trams are running past the window with their familiar metallic swoosh, jostling with the peak hour traffic.
This might be the skinniest house I ever did see. I can’t believe I’ve not noticed it in the 40 years I’ve been going to Queenscliff. I’m intrigued to know what is behind the red door. Does it open out onto a magical other world?
I love a good tasting session, especially in a well-appointed tasting room. The baby stills in the background a fully functioning and served as the perfect eye-candy for my Prickly Moses beer tasting paddle. The tasting room at the Queenscliff Brewhouse was a delightful escape from the football crowd in the main bar.
A sea urchin lies on the winter beach among the kelp, like a discarded Christmas bauble. The beach is not pretty at high tide in winter, instead it offers up a bounty of curiosities.
I stopped in at the Bellarine Whisky Distillery this afternoon and spent an excellent hour chatting and tasting with the lovely Logan at the distillery door. We had much discussion around flavours and stories and production.
The giant marble skull outside the Bendigo Art Gallery is really quite fabulous. Entitled ‘Keep On Keeping On’, it sits up on the hill grinning ghoulishly down on the traffic hurrying by.
There is something quite delightful about a flat-backed pot that sits so perfectly against a terracotta wall, sprouting verdant geranium. A little bubble of an Italian streetscape transplanted into a Melbourne suburb.
I’ve started getting fit last week, which has me toddling off to training twice a week. It seems silly to drive me car to do exercise, so I ride my bike. This is no speed ride. Slow and sweaty is the feeling du jour on the way home along the creek, but I
A verdant verge is a pleasure to behold on a sunny Sunday morn. Textures, colours and shapes combine to create a rectangle brimming with energy and life.
Outside the Brunswick library the footpath is littered with quotes about libraries and reading. One of the many benefits of not being in a hurry is that one has time to stop and read the footpath.
