So, I never did complete the SAC 4x4 Songwriting and Blogging Challenge - I will try again another year. The third challenge involved finding a co-writer among fellow challengees and I did offer to act as lyric editor and wordsmith. But I got no takers, and was already involved with a co-write at SongStudio2016 that same week. I let it go. The 4th challenge, regardless of wonderful encouragement from Rosanne, was to gather from 2 unfinished songs to complete a new song. That during the week of packing and travel to Australia was simply too much to undertake.
No matter. I finished all I had to do on my new EP Cool Cat - it is being mixed by my producer, Chris Birkett, and will be mastered at Silverbirch, ready for manufacturing before I return. The first two challenges in the SAC 4x4 generated at least starts to 2 new songs. And I had a wonderful week at SongStudio2016, staying with my sister Mary, and performing I Still Want You with co-writer Tom Phan at the Hugh's Room SongStudio Student Showcase. What a great send-off.
This hiatus in Australia is exactly what I need. When I am able to get back to open mics in Toronto, after Thanksgiving, I will be refreshed and raring to go. My first week here has been a lazy lovely visit with brother and sister in-laws in Canberra. The one long outing we had was to the botanical gardens where the sections are arranged according to the geographic areas of Australia, giving us a glimpse of what we will see in our travels further afield. The banksia varieties are astonishing in the size and colour of their curious brush shaped blooms. And there, the richness of this country's bird population is easily apparent, at every turn. We saw yellow robins, currawongs, fairie wrens, crimson rosellas, and wattle birds.
Yesterday, we made the 650 km drive through the hilly countryside to Melbourne. The rains this winter have been unusually wet, leaving the dams (water holes) full, the streams and rivers high and running. There were places where the trees were standing in water and I hope it bodes well as protection against summer fires. Verges, hillsides, and fields are lush and full of happy fat sheep and cattle. The land is dotted with the pale blue grey gums that I love so much. The evening ended with a wonderful reunion with a much loved niece and her family, where we were served a delicious meal, traded songs, and came back to our rental house ready for a good night's sleep.
More to come...
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Wednesday, August 03, 2016
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Long Weekend in Melbourne Part 2
On Sunday, we drove out to JL & E's home on the Mornington peninsula, on the outskirts of Melbourne. We had not seen E since they were living in Whistler, BC, so it was wonderful to be with her, JL, and their boys again. Even more fun was meeting the latest addition, a 15 month old elf boy with strawberry blonde hair and a wicked smile.
After giving the boys their books (In Flanders Fields for the oldest, Roche Carrier's The Hockey Sweater, and Robert Munsch books for the other two) I showed them all pictures of their cousins and our grandchildren on my iPad. We caught up on family, homes, jobs and so on. And enjoyed watching the boys with their grandparents. Then we piled into two cars and went to Sorrento.
From what I could understand, Sorrento is further up the Mornington peninsula out toward the coast. As we came into the town along the waterfront, we saw small colorful buildings side by side along the beach. These windowless structures are privately owned and are used to store umbrellas, buckets and whatever might be needed for a day at the seaside. At first I thought that these were the beach homes that we had come to see. But that was far from correct.
We drove through town and out to a park, then continued on foot - three boys, one toddler in a stroller, parents, grandparents, and us - the aunt and uncle - until we came to a dirt road that headed toward the water. At the end was a path that led along the cliff on the public allowance at the edge of lands overlooking the coves and the jetties below. These properties are substantial, to say the least, with beautiful homes and gardens, some with matching boathouses on the docks. It was a challenging walk, up and down and uneven, but worth every step. At the end of it, we came to a path that went down to a sheltered beach where we found seashells and more of the beach huts.
The boys explored every inch, built sand castles, and helped look for shells. Even though we were wearing a few layers against the cool air, the wee one was stripped down and had a bit of a splash at the edge of the water until he did a face plant into the sand. That was the signal that it was time to go back to the cars and find a restaurant. We ate at place with a large dining room, a bar, a generous seniors menu, and a playroom for the kids. It was amazing how easy going the meal was until the little guy took off at full speed around the dining room with me in pursuit. I finally corralled him in the playroom and delivered him back to his Mom and Dad. We said goodnight, goodbye, thanks for the great day, and tired from the long walk and all the fresh air, L, B, J and I headed back to our hotel.
After giving the boys their books (In Flanders Fields for the oldest, Roche Carrier's The Hockey Sweater, and Robert Munsch books for the other two) I showed them all pictures of their cousins and our grandchildren on my iPad. We caught up on family, homes, jobs and so on. And enjoyed watching the boys with their grandparents. Then we piled into two cars and went to Sorrento.
From what I could understand, Sorrento is further up the Mornington peninsula out toward the coast. As we came into the town along the waterfront, we saw small colorful buildings side by side along the beach. These windowless structures are privately owned and are used to store umbrellas, buckets and whatever might be needed for a day at the seaside. At first I thought that these were the beach homes that we had come to see. But that was far from correct.
We drove through town and out to a park, then continued on foot - three boys, one toddler in a stroller, parents, grandparents, and us - the aunt and uncle - until we came to a dirt road that headed toward the water. At the end was a path that led along the cliff on the public allowance at the edge of lands overlooking the coves and the jetties below. These properties are substantial, to say the least, with beautiful homes and gardens, some with matching boathouses on the docks. It was a challenging walk, up and down and uneven, but worth every step. At the end of it, we came to a path that went down to a sheltered beach where we found seashells and more of the beach huts.
The boys explored every inch, built sand castles, and helped look for shells. Even though we were wearing a few layers against the cool air, the wee one was stripped down and had a bit of a splash at the edge of the water until he did a face plant into the sand. That was the signal that it was time to go back to the cars and find a restaurant. We ate at place with a large dining room, a bar, a generous seniors menu, and a playroom for the kids. It was amazing how easy going the meal was until the little guy took off at full speed around the dining room with me in pursuit. I finally corralled him in the playroom and delivered him back to his Mom and Dad. We said goodnight, goodbye, thanks for the great day, and tired from the long walk and all the fresh air, L, B, J and I headed back to our hotel.
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