April 25th, 2010

Random Violin

Home again

... after a trip lasting exactly three hours and one minute.
Yesterday morning I woke to an eerie hush. Fog blanketed the caravan park, muting the traffic noise from the highway, and making it impossible to see very far ahead. The trip from park to show was done at speeds well under the limit. Every so often the fog would lift, and then we were treated to the sights of fishing boats moored at rivers edge, and quaint houses (all on stilts, attesting to the river's propensity to breach its banks). I wanted to stop and take photos in half a dozen places but couldn't spare the time.
Entrance to town was via a one-lane bridge; I can't remember the last time I saw one of those!
Eventually the fog lifted and the day was bright and sunny. IIRC it reached 29 degrees.
On my feet all day, stewarding for one of the QLD judges; a Birman breeder like myself so we had plenty to talk about. In fact it was a real "Birman" day; two other of the six judges were also Birman breeders, and the show manager and trophy steward as well. I'd not met the latter before; she flew up from Canberra for the event.
Anyway. Back to the van by four pm, and once again Chris and I met up for drinkies, this time sitting by the waters' edge until the darkness and mosquitoes drove us inside.

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