Armchair Travelling for You

We've been on our travels again.  I hope you will enjoy our escape to the land down under.

We started by flying from Heathrow to Brisbane where we spent our first night at a hotel at the airport.  We picked up the hire car the next morning (Monday) and we were off on our road trip.  Six days travelling from Brisbane to Cordeaux Heights - a journey that takes just under 11 hours if you drive the direct route.

Which obviously we didn't!

We drove inland to avoid Gold Coast and drove along the Scenic Rim Way.  We stopped off at Natural Bridge on the way.  We had booked to stay in Brunswick Heads and the Motor Inn was a short walk across the river to the beach.

 The next morning it looked like this

Tuesday
Brunswick Heads to Grafton via Byron Bay and Ballina

On Wednesday morning we drove around Grafton to find its historic buildings.

We drove to Coffs Harbour and walked through a cemetery to the Botanical Garden.

 

 

We drove on to Bellinger where we stayed in a 'tiny house' - a deluxe one.  I dread to think how small the standard version was.

It's not really designed for those who need to go to the loo in the middle of the night - especially with a television sticking out of the wall.  Plus the light switch was somewhere near the kitchen.

 

Never mind - next time I should read the description of the accommodation properly.

 

I think that's enough for now.  We're almost half way through the road trip.  More next time! 

Thanks for being here today
Bernice

Hooray

Sara-Jane Arbury is back with the zoom poetry workshops.

Theme poetry was about driving and her presentation was about the history of driving.  However as ever, when it came to writing a poem I took a different approach to the the topic.

Being Driven 

What’s driving you?
Is it success – a good job?
A fancy car, a business czar?
Status, money?
People pretending you’re funny
and laughing at your dubious jokes?

What’s driving you?
The need for admiration
The positive strokes?
The recognition of peers
despite the aversion colleagues feel
towards the version of you 
that you promote?

What’s driving you?
What’s this compulsion
to achieve such commendation?
Where is the humility,
the self-awareness
and the compassion?

Write Poetry was about telling a story through poetry.  The second suggested exercise was to write a monologue.

In Residence 2026

My dearest friend,how I appreciate
your prayers. In the night’s almost silence
they comfort me. Unknown rustlings
in the shrubs and trees surround me.
I’m alone in this apartment, alone in the park.
Only the twinkling lights across the river mouth
assure me that human life continues.
Sleep comes slowly. Reading past midnight,
in the hope that sleep will overcome
the apprehension of living companionless,
in an unfamiliar apartment,
in an unknown city, in a foreign land.
Daybreak. And messages from home.
Early morning risers jog past my balcony.
The café next door is open for breakfast.
The anxiety of the nighttime has passed.
The curtains opened to another day
of unexplored creativity. 

Looking forward to the next session.

Thanks for joining me today
Bernice 

Another new piece

I decided as part of my continuing series on Identity to repurpose a pprevious piece of work.  It was called Pathways and I made it in 2017.

The colour in this photograph is not right.  It should be a warmer beige.  However I can't rephotograph it because I took it apart some time ago.  My plan back then was to make the squares into a book.

However I've now decided to make it into a hanging.  I've bondawebbed the squares onto calico and put wadding and a back on it.

I was planning to machine stitch wavy lines between the squares before I shared it here.  But that didn't happen.  You'll have to come back sometime to see it.

Thanks for turning up here today
Bernice