Postcards from Tassie

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I was away this week in Tasmania doing some work, so I thought I’d send some postcards home.

I’m often sending postcards to complete strangers via Postcrossing, so I thought it would be a pleasant change to send something to those I love.

It’s ironic. We often write notes or emails to colleagues, clients and suppliers, but how often do we write something worthwhile to those that matter to us most.

And these days, how often do we actually write something to anyone all?

Anyway, Tasmania’s a wonderful place, and I feel really fortunate to be able to see it so often. I love it!

Spring in Tasmania

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Spring has sprung in Tassie.

I’m here doing some work for a client, and thought it would be good to share some pictures I took with my mobile phone of some of the flowers that are blooming all over the place at the moment.

These flowers were taken near Rosevears, on the west side of the Tamar River, about 15km north of Launceston.

We don’t really get spring in Queensland. It’s about 3 weeks of winter and that’s it.

It’s lovely to experience what seasons are really like for the rest of the world.

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Lightning in the gum trees

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We were lucky enough to have another electrical storm over Lawnton this evening.

Actually, even though our place is hidden among all the gum trees, I was still able to steal a few shots.

Harrison and I sat out on the deck calling god names to see if it would make better lightning.

Harrison was quite sagacious for a nine year old when he said that he didn’t think it made any difference.

I think my attitude would be different, however, if I was in a small ship in an electrical storm at sea!

Regardless – it’s beautiful to watch, and elusive to catch. And like most awesome things, the image never does the real thing justice.

So much to see. So little time….

“Reckles”

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One my earliest childhood memories was sitting on the loungeroom floor of my Mum and Dad’s old house in the UK playing with their 45rpm records.

I used to call them “Reckles”.

We’d play them on an old portable white record player with a blue fabric front, and brass buckles, so you could do it up like a suitecase and carry it.

In an attempt to chase down old memories, I re-enacted the scene of the crime, playing in my own loungeroom with the same “reckles”.

(I mamaned to convince mum to give them to me).

No stunning results yet.

But as the Beatles say in one of their “reckles” that I played today. “It’s not like me to pretend, but I’ll get you! I’ll get you in the end!”.

Here’s a video I did of it – mainly to help jog my memory, but also to have a bit of fun!