Taking Time Out

After spending the last four years as a Trainer/Assessor, my voice has finally gone from a sexy growl to a downright rasp. Time then to take stock at what is important in the work/life balance and so have decided to tip the scales more in favour of the life scale. To that end, I have taken a few months off to rejuvenate and headed south to a little village on the NSW South Coast. I am house sitting for a relative who is away for a bit so it has worked out nicely.

Now I would tell you the name of the village but no one here is keen to see the crowds that exposure would bring. Suffice to say, it is a sleepy little village that somehow managed to survive the fires that ravaged this part of the coast earlier this summer. Surrounded by burned out National Parks, this village is nestled in a small oasis of bush where the native fauna and flora can recuperate peacefully as they rebuild their numbers. The fire ground is starting to show signs of life although there are many places where there seems to be little green showing through.

Waking early when there is little that needs urgent attention seems so much easier and, to make the most of the day, the lake calls for a spot of fishing. The choice here is to fish the shore, paddle the kayak about or perhaps take a surf caster to the ocean to try for a tailor or two.

The easy option is always fishing the lake shore where this morning it yielded two nice flathead; not big, but big enough for the pan.

Now it doesn’t come much fresher than hooked at 0730, on the barbecue at 0830, and eaten before 0900.

And so it would seem that the work balance is fading fast as an appealing option for this traveller. Maybe it is time to get serious about seeing what there is in this world. Please leave me a “Like” as that is what it takes to get a blog like this off the ground. Would love to hear comments you may have about your travel experiences.

Nature In Still Life

As evening draws in and a cool breeze ruffles the surface of the lake, the birds that make this lake their home make their way to safe havens for the night.  I spent a few hours emersed in nature in the hinterland behind the Sunshine Coast and ended up here on the edge of the Baroon Pocket Dam as the night began to close in.

A lone duck makes a lonely flight across a windswept lake on its way to its evening roost

Sunday Night At The Gold Coast

After a few weeks of full on preparation for the Commonwealth Games, my workload has diminished a little and last night I took a stroll through Broadbeach precinct. It was a tad after 9PM and there were surprisingly few folk out and about given we are in the midst of one of the larger sporting carnivals in the world this year.

The streets had the look that cities get when the crowds have returned to their homes and all that’s left are the cleaners; those nocturnal souls who rejuvenate the sidewalks and parks at the end of day. The blowers that inflated the blow up castle were now silent, and it now spread across the ground like some invasive slim often seen in sci fi movies.

The beach, now deserted, had transformed into a tapestry of texture where thousands of feet had churned through it during the day.

Like an endless desert the night lights cast harsh shadows on the tapestry of sand

Coffee bars still plied their trade while groups of spectators sat watching one of the giant screens, scattered across the city, to see Australia pick up a trifector at the swimming.

Watching the games…. street style

Looking up at the tall apartment buildings, one got the feeling that, despite the enormity of the event, there were many vacancies as the lighted rooms were far out numbered by those which shed no glow.

Wandering the streets, I came across several stages that have been erected to provide spot entertainment for the crowds that have been expected.  I stopped a moment to watch a troop of performers.

A troop of gymnasts strut their stuff on a street stage in Broadbeach

One feature of these games, and a sad indictment on the state of our world today, is the level of detail that has been put towards public safety. Almost everywhere you will see security or police officers, often just standing about, ready to act should there be any reason. Any place where public will gather is shielded with concrete bolards sheathed in colourful covers, preventing any vehicle attacks.

Following the herd, I made my way back to the tram station and so on to Broadbeach South where the line ends. From here I decided that a walk back to my apartment would do me some good. A pleasant night for a stroll.

If you have spent time at the games, what was your experience?

Please leave a comment if you had a great time or what were your grips?