High Summer and Mellow Cello

Mallacoota in high summer is a funny place, 

an off-the-scale high-intensity sudden-onset rat-race.

Summer lovin', beach and camp park romance, some high finance

As the town explodes with campers fishers families cyclists lycra spandex tie-dye spenders

Walkers, talkers, 

and acres of seared red flesh.

Saturday markets every week for a whole month -

now that's really a treat to wear out your feet

to meet and greet the friends and neighbours

whose labours through the year bear fruit

and soap and pottery it's such a lottery

will people buy your tie-dye before they say goodbye?

In the daze, the heat haze, you gaze and are amazed

on the stage an oasis of mellow

a cello

a live-looping muso a true virtuoso

arrives on a bicycle cool as an icicle

enchanting the crowd entertaining without straining

explaining

the lure of Mallacoota

Vagabond cellist Kristin Rule treating us to some mellow cello live-looping at Mallacoota summer markets. Like a lot of other people, Kristin fell in love with Mallacoota while travelling through, and decided to settle here. Lucky Mallacoota, I reckon. Read Kristin's story at The Unconventional Cellist 

...like sands through the hourglass....

…another year slips away…

How? Where? Happy 2015, everybody!

Things I did this year –

Meet Miss Pollywobble

• No motorcycling (whoops!)
• Almost no blogging (whoops again!)
• Filled out lots of forms and spent a lot of time on the phone waiting for someone from Centrelink to talk to me.
• Adopted a three-legged kitten.
• Became a grandma.
• Did a little bit of cleaning.
• Did a fair bit of teaching.
• Did a tiny little bit of writing.
• Did a lot of painting. My latest hobby is watercolours, and I actually sold a set of prints! Wheeeeeeeeeee!

A tail is an excellent counterbalance when you only have 3 legs.

My 'Owl & the Pussycat' series - now residing in London.

This year I resolve to

• Make up my mind what to do about the Harley.
• Teach 3 days a week. 
• Keep designing, painting and making my greeting cards “Dreams of Indoor Cats” and “Pardon my Pardalote”.

                                                   

As for the usual resolutions – to lose weight, drink less, keep my house tidy – all that stuff – well, I shan’t even bother with those this year (once they’ve been ignored 3 years in a row they are consigned to the rubbish heap of history, ha ha ha!)

Here’s to a fabulous 2015!