On this morning’s cycle (Gladstone Road hill puff-puff, Dornoch Tce downhill Wheeeeeeee!, Orly Park – mind the buses, South Bank – mind the walkers, Annerley Road traffic weaving) I saw:
One young woman walking to work reading a device called a book;
Two runners with dogs on leash;
One LARGE man setting out to cycle for the first time in a loooooonnnng while (“I’m not sure about this helmet…..”);
I feed these birds because I’m a nong
This chap always has flowers or a leafy branch on ‘his’ table while he writes or paints in the early morning. Trolley courtesy of Coles. Birds courtesy of population explosion among nuisance critters in our fair city.
These amphora decorate a Turkish restaurant on my route:
The wall of Caravanserai, West End
The noble steed at a Brisbane landmark:
What the?? Yes, Orstraya is part of Asia
And some of the neighbours hanging out at the Buckinghamia:
Time to move to another tree?
I hope it isn’t an omen, but I had a puncture on day 1 of 2013. Only had one other puncture since I started cycling in 2005, and I was able to get our bike shop to fix it for me. This time, Ron got his hands dirty, and I was able to stand by with the Wet Ones ready, just like a nurse in the operating room, but less useful. Had trouble with the wee bike pump but a nearby householder came to the rescue (also a portly gent drew up in his flash car and offered to look for his car pump in his garage at the end of the street – he then DROVE back to tell us he couldn’t find it!) He admired our athleticism but wouldn’t join us.
The rest of the day was pretty good: nice lunch at Ahmet’s in Oxford Street, Bulimba, followed by the excellent movie The Quartet (packed house, so we had to sit apart in order to get a seat not requiring surgery after sitting with head at 180 degree angle).
Cycled home via the New Farm bowls club – well-priced beer, river breezes.
Home to Lord of the Rings DVD (part two; part one was NYE) and that was January 1.