I remember when the road was narrow, hilly and full of car-sick-creating twists and turns. That was way back when I was a child and my family took their yearly pilgrimage to Victor Harbor, usually around New Year’s Day.Read more "Fantastic Fleurieu: Victor Harbor"
Family friend, TR also suffering the pangs of hunger, strummed on the Ukulele singing:
“You can skin me
And eat my bones
I don’t care.
Because I’m hungry.”
Richard (my brother) hobbled past, toilet paper in hand. Then stillness. A parrot squawked. A gust of wind rustled leaves in the gum trees and sent ripples lapping against the pebbles on the shore. I absorbed the peace and coolness.Read more "T-Team 1981: The Other Side of Ormiston"
While our parents reclined on their deckchairs or woollen blankets, nursing their full stomachs of too much cheese sandwiches, bratwurst and apple kuchen, my brother Richard and I asked if we could go for a walk.
‘Don’t go too far,’ Mum said.
‘Don’t get lost,’ Dad said. ‘Look after your little sister.’
‘Yes, I will,’ Richard who had just turned ten said. I was five.
Highlight: Dinkelsbuhl–the church, St. Georges Minster, the ornate carvings and artwork and the bejewelled skeleton of a martyr executed by Emperor Nero on display. And…that day, Goths and Emos aplenty.Read more "Postcards 3: Bavaria (Bayern)"
Having taken twice as long to get to Basel, and then taking time to squeeze into a very narrow car park in the middle of the city, once released from the confines of the car, Granny went in search of toilet facilities.Read more "Postcards 2: Basel, Switzerland"
After picking up the Duster from the office, Hubby embarked on the challenge of driving in Amsterdam on the right side of the road. He took a little while to adjust to not over-compensating and bumping into the kerb on the right. Which he did a few times.Read more "Postcards: Amsterdam"