It’s true what they say … there’s more inspiration to be had in getting up close with nature than can ever be had sitting at a keyboard.
I spent a wonderful afternoon today in a city park on the Brisbane River. New Farm Park is filled with wonderful tropical trees, a gorgeous rose garden, and all manner of open spaces, as well as secret corners like the kids’ playground … a grove of almost extra-terrestrial, living beings – these trees.
I wished I’d been 8 again.
Spending the week by the sea at Hervey Bay north of Brisbane, where the Shakespeare Festival has put down roots for its inaugural season away from home. The week has been full of media calls, watching the set emerge again (like magic, but really with the effort and expertise of the technical production team) from a seaside park, and generally going into the “fingers crossed” mode for audience numbers and a positive tick from the community. That way, we get to come back again next year.
The jolt out of the ordinary has been the discovery of a mass/pack/herd/flock (what do you call them) of bats, wonderful, hanging-upside-down, querellous, stinky fruit bats in a patch of forest by the ocean. They fly over in the most wonderful formation around dusk, out on their nightly raid of fruit and small insects. Wonderful atmosphere for the play Macbeth.
The other jolt was a walk along the ocean front this morning … how I love the feel of the sand and the little waves. Tomorrow morning it’s into the briny for a full swim. But first, there’s a show to do … .
Yes a long-ish drive to Brisbane on the hunt for the perfect swinsuit, but it was also a chance to start listening to a new audio book as I did. The swinish hordes of shoppers were not a bit swinish, and looked very much like me, and indeed were not horde-like … the crowds had thinned a lot. I did find the togs and so nicely do they fit and look, that I bought two.
Also did some bookshop crawling (a favourite pastime) and found a great new place, Folio Books, and couldn’t resist the Pen Shop in Elizabeth Street where I ogled amazing fountain pens with names like Porsche! Bought myself a Fisher Space Pen (little materialist me has been lusting after one of these Silver Bullets for months), pawed over the various moleskine notebooks, but didn’t succumb, and bought perhaps one of the more indulgent items ever, a bottle of Mont Blanc rose-scented red ink called “Je t’aime” for “love letters.” I plan to use it when marking my students’ assignment papers. Let them wonder!
Kitted the male child out in a very nice looking ensemble, jacket and trousers, for the wedding. Think all is just about ready to pack.
I plan to spend the weekend doing an end of year “cull” of the place. I do find this a very soothing occupation, and seeing the big black bags of stuff to either toss or send to a charity store very calming. I never cease to be amazed at my pack-rattery. Loving reading The Time Traveller’s Wife and pottering in the garden. Everything is growing madly, despite the coolish weather which is very unseasonal for late December. Tomorrow is the last day of the year, so time to reflect no doubt on what was, and what might be.
Ah, and the matter of the paper still to be written …