Friday, October 3, 2014

Spring Pretty

Laura was thrilled to be invited to see a musical in the city tonight, with her friend Emma's family.
After some accessory shopping yesterday, and some time today finely braiding her hair, 
(and some time this morning bouncing off the walls) she was set to go. 

And since she's my cooperative posing girl, you get to see how pretty she looked.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Picnicking by the dam

Steve had the day off, so we headed to Manly Dam for a picnic.

We arrived in time for morning tea.
Freshly painted picnic tables.
New lawn and mulch.
Sparkling blue water.
Fresh cool air.

We went for a bushwalk.
So many wildflowers!
Good to stretch the legs.
Harder work than we thought.
Time for lunch.

We spread the rug under a tree, with a view of the dam.
Salad, chicken, boiled egg.
Moorhens stalking around the rug.
Boys and boats, books and belly-laughs.
Laura paddled in the cool water.

After a while we dragged ourselves away 
so Steve could get home in time to play in a quartet with friends.
Packing up the car.
Picnic basket, rug, hats, books, 
and imaginary polar bear.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

The sea, a hang glider, and a bucket

We've been going to Mona Vale every week for the last few months,
to visit the chiropractor. The ocean is just a few blocks away, but we've always been rushing
there and back and hadn't even driven by the beach until a few weeks ago.
Which is a shame, because we don't get to be by water that often.

So on Tuesday after our appointment we girls took a drive, and found a spot on a headland
where we could be blown away by the view; and could watch dogs running; and wave to a hang glider flying right over us; and practice iceskating moves on a convenient balance beam.

And then we drove some more until we found a shady spot by the lake, 
and had a picnic with some very large ducks.

That should have been enough for one day, but then we went shopping at the mall,
and on the way home had major dramas when a big painter's bucket rolled under our car on a 3-lane main road - eek! But after half an hour of fears, tears and some VERY noisy driving to get onto a side street, we managed eventually to get it out by me driving half onto the kerb and Laura pushing and pulling with an umbrella. Phew. Lying with my head on a 6 lane road at peak hour is not one of my favorite things to do. Another half an hour later and we were very glad to be home safely.

After a quick dinner we all headed out to an Irish session, where many of our Yass friends
were gathered, and 9 fiddlers, a banjo player and an accordion player played jigs and reels, while Laura knitted and Emily did a good job of pretending to look interested.

Friday, September 26, 2014

A Weekend in Yass

On Thursday afternoon Steve and I headed south for the town of Yass, to be part of the Turning Wave Festival, a festival of Irish music, dance and poetry. (You can read about the other time we attended this festival here, back in 2008 when it was held in Gundagai).

After the rush of getting ready to leave, it was wonderful to be driving in the open countryside, looking forward to a great weekend. Just seeing so much sky is enough reason for me to enjoy being out of Sydney.

We stopped briefly at Goulburn then hurried on, hoping to reach Yass before dark.

As it turned out, it was perfect timing - we were treated to the most amazing sunset.
I might have gotten a bit carried away taking photos of it every moment or two as it changed ...

We drove into Yass (pop. 5591) at twilight. 

We had dinner at the club, followed by a good session with a good group of 
people who had arrived early, like us.

The next morning we woke up in our cute little 1960s motel 

and headed down the main street to do a little shopping 
(someone forgot her toothbrush) and go to our fiddle class.

The fiddle classes were held outside on a big old verandah. The building is currently being used as an art gallery. It was a cold morning and pretty chilly up there in the shade when the wind blew. It might have been 10degC by then, it had been only 2degC when we woke up.

Our class was taught by the lovely Tricia Hastings from County Clare.
She taught us a few jigs and reels over the weekend, and a barndance, and we also learnt ways to ornament the tunes. At the end of the weekend we gave a little recital of what we had learnt in the Liberty Theatre.  On Friday we also did a little looking at antiques. We loved this shop and I bought a few things here.


Everything was arranged so tastefully, I wanted it all.

But across the road we learnt that less really is more.

After 15 minutes trawling through rooms full of old stuff at this shop, I was exhausted and quite happy not to see anything vintage for another year or so. (And it's never a good look to leave cleaning things and used paper towel on display, I don't think!). These photos were of the more organised sections of this huge collection.

After a good lunch in a cafe, we spent the afternoon exploring more of Yass on foot, admiring some old homes and gardens, and meeting the friendly neighbour next to the motel.

On Friday evening the festival began.
First stop for us was a recital in the beautiful old St Augustine's Chapel.
We arrived early and a lone Uilleann piper was tuning up.

The sunshine was streaming in the western window as we heard beautiful 
pipes, fiddle and concertina solos.

After the recital and a yummy Vietnamese dinner making new friends, we stayed out till midnight hearing some great bands in the old Liberty Theatre, everything from traditional to Celtic rock, including Cliodhna Ni Ruairc, Sunas, Saoirse and Night Potion.  Unfortunately I didn't take any photos of those groups.

Next morning, another fiddle class, 

(my fiddle on the left, Steve's on the right)

a visit to the Celtic markets, and an afternoon and night jam-packed full of bands.

Ballyhooley, Cady & Redford, Tricia Hastings, Kent Daniel and Bill Wiseman, Corinn Strating Band, Lime and Steel, Jason & Chloe Roweth, Senor Cabrales, Gallie, and Grimick. A bit of everything that could be labeled folk or acoustic. We loved almost every one of these gigs, and the ones we didn't love were still entertaining. Some of the highlights were Grimick, Senor Calabres, and Kent Daniels & Bill Wiseman.

By Saturday night the atmosphere in the town was just about 100% Irish.  In every pub people were playing in sessions. People were dancing and sharing poetry at other venues, and we came 
across these guys playing outside a pub, in the cold.

On Sunday morning we had our final fiddle class, followed by our class recital on the stage
where we had watched so many wonderful performers.  We got through a barndance and a reel
without any dramas, and listened to what the concertina class had learned, and some more tunes by piper Pat Lyons. After a quick lunch in the park it was time for us to head home and collect our girls. We hadn't seen all the bands, but most of them. So much music, so little time.

It was a fantastic weekend, full of good times being together, getting to know like-minded people, all willing to share their music, good food (that I could eat!),enjoying being in a country town, and hearing some truly great music.  A perfect break.

The girls stayed with my parents and (as well as finishing off the school term) went to a local Medieval Faire, Mum emailed this photo of them all dressed up ready to go. (Emily's outfit was one of her school textiles projects last year, and Laura's dress is the one I wore to my Jane Austen birthday party.)