Mad as a March Hair

Yes, definitely a hair and not a hare. very tenuous title but chosen to reflect that, for me, today is 1st March. Officially summer is now over and we are in Autumn! The hair reference is due to the fact that on March 14th I shall be shaving my head for charity - Leukaemia Foundation. So February left us and the 29th saw me have to work an extra day for no further reward - bah. Also in February, since my last blog, a big group of us went on a boat trip out to the islands in the bay and undertook snorkelling and other aquatic activities. It was a great day and the particular boat we were on was full of history being a former Sydney to Hobart winner, taking line honours in 1958 and 1959. She was called Solo. With Feb passed and March with us, my attention is now firmly on my forthcoming Darkinsons holiday to India. I am very excited about this amazing experience. I am anticipating it being such a cultural awakening with many sights, sounds and smells assaulting my senses. Cannot wait. Other news, the Wakely has actually booked some flights to Oz so April will also be an exciting time. Just got to try and see if we can factor in a trip to NZ to see the H-Meister.

Life's a Beach

Well if 2007 and my first nine months in Australia represented little in the way of exploration - Hervey Bay, Toowomba and Melbourne and Sydney trips with work excepted - then Em and I were determined to ensure that 2008 offered a contrast to and have made a pact this will be a year of discovery. So this fine Australia day long weekend saw some firsts. Well for a start it was my first Australia Day in Australia. This was celebrated at the Story Bridge Hotel where they held the 27th annual cockie races! This was a an event not to be missed in my eyes and I was glad when Em agreed to come along to this, as did a colleague. The races themselves actually are little more than a fringe element of what is essentially an excuse to get thoroughly twatted, and by jove we did. As two of her majesty's loyal subjects (Em wasn't drinking) my colleague and I saw to that we would show our respects to the Australian national day and join in the merriment. It wasn't all just beer and cockroaches, there were also some boobs! Some Aussie girls saw fit to share with the general public their mammaries, some good , some bad but nonetheless they were shared. There's only so much boob and beer two men can take (by this time Em and had left to go to somewhere a little more sober lady friendly with another friend - female - who had shown up) and so my colleague and I decided to move on to where Em was. However, due to said excessive consumption of some of Australia's finest I don't recall too much of this point. Sunday, well that wasn't really worth writing about as I just recovered around the house due to the previous days efforts. As Australia Day itself fell on a Saturday, we were granted Monday 28th January as a public holiday. This day shall be marked in the annals of Robinson history as it was our first proper foray to a beach. We have been to Mooloolaba and to Sunshine Beach, the former was just a sojourn whilst on the way to Hervey and was in Winter and the latter was where we spent Christmas and experienced generally poor weather. This outing was one where I actually lay on the beach and even swam in the sea! The location for this momentous occasion was Bribie Island, about 50 miles/ 80 KMs north of Brisbane. This trip has instilled in me a desire to go more often and to really seek out some nice beaches (it was OK, the water was warm but could do with being a little bluer for my liking!). All in all, a thoroughly enjoyable weekend all round.