Burning Desire For FIRE

Financially Independent, Retired Early(ish) at 57.

Taiwan, Day 4: Taroko Gorge.

The view from my window before breakfast reminded me of something Cindy said on our first day. I can’t remember her exact words, so I’ll give you the gist.

She said that we may look at the buildings here and think that some are very shabby and need to be knocked down or repaired. The Taiwanese feel the same way. When Chiang Kai-shek lost the civil war in China in 1949 and fled to Taiwan, he brought 2 million people with him. Buildings were put up fast to house them.

Nowadays, most apartment blocks are privately owned. If any improvements are to be made on the facade, EVERYONE has to agree. I need say no more.

On a national level, the government has ruled that when a building is torn down, the site must remain vacant for 2 years before any rebuilding is done. Any person living there has to find another place to live for 2+ years, and if they’re paying rent, the rent would be much higher in the new place because… well, everything is new. Plus, show me a landlord that will happily forego at least 3 years’ rent??

So the buildings remain dilapidated.

Two years ago an earthquake struck Taiwan and Taroko Gorge was hit badly. 

Earthquakes usually last for a few seconds. This lasted over a minute. It not only shook side to side, but up and down as well, which was the killer.

The gorge was a major tourist attraction, and its closure has hit the hip pocket of the town nearby. The damage to the gorge was so severe that they estimate it’ll take until 2037 to repair and make it all safe.

Luckily for us, certain sections of the gorge are now open, as of early 2026. Fortunate Frogdancer strikes again!

It’s heavily controlled. Cindy has just warned us that we HAVE to be back on the bus on time, because the gate is only open for 5 minutes…

They weren’t kidding. Cars are queued up and if we don’t get through in time, we’ll have to wait until midday. Luckily for us, there was a gap in the queue and our driver nipped into it as quickly as a huge coach can nip anywhere.

Marble as far as the eye can see.

Blogless Sandy had the window seat today, so this is me, not taking photos and just looking at the scenery.

I couldn’t believe the colour of the water.

The walls of the gorge rise straight up. And when I say up, I mean UP. They are like hills that little kids draw.

Stunning, isn’t it?

Once we arrived at the car park, Cindy pointed to the pagoda. Yep, we’ll be climbing up to that.

Buddhist temple. Built in 1968. These are the first of 300 steps.

For some reason, it seems like everywhere I go, I have to climb something. I don’t know why.

I certainly don’t enjoy the actual climb itself.

I do enjoy the views at the top, and the feeling of relief when there are no more steps to climb.

The ease of going downstairs is also nice.

I suppose even monks have to dry the washing.

We stayed for about 20 minutes up here on the balcony. It was so pretty and peaceful.

They were drying daikon radishes in the sun.

This was a lovely calm boy. I’m sure he could smell Scout and Hazel on my jeans. He is trained to chase the monkeys away when they come to steal the offerings.

Of course, I walked to the pagoda.

Taiwanese toddlers are cool.

I asked Blogless Sandy to stand beside this statue for scale.

I was walking with Earnest, a lovely boy from Brissie, when out of nowhere this monkey jumped onto the girl in front of us. He was literally hanging off her, and he grabbed her water bottle.
omg.

Believe all the signs telling you to keep all food and drink out of sight. There were 2 more attacks in the car park.

Blogless Sandy took this one. There was a man killed for every kilometre of road, and the road goes for a couple of hundred kilometres. Imagine chipping through marble to turn a tiny track into a road big enough for a bus to drive down? You can see by the overhang how much rock they had to remove.

We went to an indigenous restaurant for lunch, which was very good. While I was there, Georgia31 sent me this photo of Hazel.

It’s the best photo of my girl I’ve seen. It’s now the wallpaper of my phone.

After lunch, we had a 4 hour drive ahead of us. Halfway through, we stopped to stretch our legs and take in the view. This is the Pacific Ocean.

They had some cool indigenous art scattered around.

Everyone loves a slash.

We arrived in Taitung just after 6:30. It was a long day, especially for the bus driver.

As he was parking in front of the hotel…. Crunch!

He backed into a van.

After we dumped our bags in the rooms, we walked with a nice couple to get dinner at the night market. As I was walking by a man with a little toddler, I saw him place the little boy on the kerb, then he put 2 boxes out into the street. He grabbed a lighter, and said to the boy, “Boom! Boom!”

Boom boom all right. It was spectacular.

We ran into a mother and son who are in our group. They’re Asian and they have very good taste in street food. We followed their recommendation and bought these fried batter balls with shrimp, octopus and veggies.

Delicious.

Dad joke of the day:

Taiwan, Day 3: Flying lanterns.

We left Taipei today and headed into the mountains. Shifen is the only place in Taiwan where sky lanterns are allowed to be released. I wasn’t expecting much from this, but it ended up being unexpectedly moving.

I saw this sign outside a shop as we walked into town.

I was expecting the lanterns to be small, but boy, was I wrong. They’re huge! Four people paint their wishes onto the four sides of the lantern. Cindy told us on the bus ride going up the mountain to take some time to think about what we wanted to write on our lantern.
I sat there and realised that, for the moment at least, my life was almost perfect. I messaged Georgia31 to ask what she wanted to wish for herself. I was going to give the lantern-luck to her. She’s a bit stuck and could do with a bit of luck to come her way.

She asked for longevity and good health. I added a couple of extra things because why not?

In between trains, the lanterns are carried out onto the railroad tracks and set alight.

I watched it fly up, up, until it was just a speck in the sky. I hoped it was a good sign for Georgia’s wishes.
We saw one lantern catch fire and flame out two seconds after they let it go. I’m tipping their wishes aren’t looking good.

After wandering around the town for a bit, we caught the train along the Pingxi Branch Line.

Much to her delight, Blogless Sandy remembered that she still had a banana and chocolate brownie from yesterday’s lunch.

There was some beautiful scenery along the way.

The town of Zhou tong is famous for its cats, Cindy said. Apparently, people come from all over the place just to hang out with the town’s cats.

After the train, we hopped on the bus again and headed to Jiufen, which has stunning views of the East China Sea.

We had an hour and a half to walk around Old Street, which was full of interesting little shops.

Also a cute baby.

And a cool dog.

And a chic cat.

It had mysterious laneways.

Then it was back on the bus, heading down the coast. We saw rice paddies, and I remembered how last year I was holding rice seedlings by a rice paddy in Vietnam.

Now we were driving beside the Pacific Ocean. Over the horizon lies America.

Here are some fun facts that we learned on the bus:

Firecracker festivals.

In one, firecrackers are aimed at you. If they hit you, it’s good luck. People have to wear helmets and cover themselves all over to avoid getting hurt.

In another one, a volunteer rides on a cart, topless, wearing red shorts and carrying a “fan” ( a branch and leaves in reality) to knock aside the fireworks people are aiming at him. A French guy did it two years running, even though the guy always gets burned.

Housing here is expensive.

Remember when we used to measure housing in square metres? They charge 2.5 million Taiwanese dollars ($113,700 AUD) per square for the most expensive.

700,000 ($31,000 AUD / square metres) for the cheapest ones. I guess housing is expensive wherever you go.

Earthquakes happen every single day here, because they are formed by two tectonic plates. Most are micro, so no one feels them. The good thing about all of the earthquakes is that Taiwan has a lot of hot springs.

3/4 of the island is mountains.

The Portuguese named this island Formosa in the 14th century. I was excited… I have heard of Formosa but I never knew where it was.

We loved the mountains.

Our last stop for the day was the Hualien Night Market, where one clever stall holder trained her dog to help bring the punters in.

We got there right on 6 PM, so we scattered in search of an early dinner. We chose wild boar fried noodles, which were delicious, and only cost $150 NTD / $6.50 AUD.

Tomorrow? A way-famous gorge. ( I’ve never heard of it, but some people on the tour are psyched!)

Dad joke of the day:

Taiwan, Day 2: A Day in Taipei.

Our first stop of the day was really interesting. It was the National Palace Museum, which houses over 60,000 Chinese antiquities that Chiangmai Kai-Shek “rescued” from the fighting that was around the Forbidden City as he fled China.

If you peer beside the magnifying glass, you can get an idea of how small the stone is, that the carvings are on. Cindy, our guide, said, “ The ancients seemed to spend a lot of time carving onto impossibly small things. They must have had a lot of time on their hands.”

The two things in the front were given to dying people to hold, in the belief that all of their money and their luck will pass to the next generation.
The same tradition is still done today, except that it is now red envelopes stuffed with money.

You pour the wine in the top, then tip it and pour it out through the droopy neck. It honestly doesn’t seem like a very efficient process to me.

These are ancient seals. I was surprised when Cindy told us that seals (she called them stamps) are still in use in Taiwan to this day. When people make big purchases, like a house or a car, they bring their personal seals to stamp onto the documents.

Another wine pouring vessel.

Loved this one. Her chubby cheeks!

This one was INSANE. The ball has 16 layers of ivory and it took 3 generations over a hundred years to complete.

Of course there were many more things that we saw. We spent an hour and a half and we barely scratched the surface. You could easily spend a whole day here.

Taipei 101, which was the tallest building in the world from 2004 to 2010. We stopped here for lunch. Some of us decided to go to the observation deck on the 86th floor.

Remember recently, when I went to the Eureka sky deck in Melbourne with Scott for a Little Adventure? This one was far more interesting.

Taipei is ringed by mountains, so there was a lot of variety. It wasn’t just a city scape.

Plus, it’s the only building in the world that has its Tuned Mass Damper on display to the public.

This is the thing that stops skyscrapers from breaking apart during earthquakes and typhoons. It sways as a counterbalance to keep the building intact.

It is 5 stories tall and weighs 680 metric tonnes. I’m not usually drawn to hydraulics, but I found this interesting.

Chiang Kai-Shek memorial hall. It’s huge.

He died in 1975, and that’s when the government decided to build it.

Finished in 1980. Both his and his son’s bodies are not here, as they wanted to be buried in China. They are mummified, like Chairman Mao and the Kim family of North Korean. The hope is that one day China will allow them to be taken back, but I think there’s fat chance of that happening any time soon.

On the 4th level, there’s an enormous statue of him.

He looks benevolent, don’t you think?

It’s part of a large area, with the state theatre and library housed in the orange-roofed buildings. Blogless Sandy and I went for a walk outside, and I was passed by 3 school groups. They must’ve been learning English, because lots of them called out, “Hello!” “Hi!” as they went past.

Then it was back in the bus, on our way to a weird little temple.

The street view was as you’d expect. But the first courtyard?

It was as if Disney workers on crack designed their version of a Taiwanese temple. The place was crammed with statues like these, all made from wire and cloth. It was bizarre.

Longshan temple looked more normal once I moved in from the outer courtyard.

As you know, I’ve been to quite a few temples in the last few years. I couldn’t help noticing something I’ve never seen before.

Many people were tossing two red wooden chips on the ground, then picking them up and throwing them down again. Some people would only do it once or twice, but others would do it for a while. Then, they’d suddenly put the chips in a container, grab a long stick from a bin, stare at it, put it back and then race away.

I asked Cindy what was going on.
“Oh, we believe that

HOLY SHIT… I’m on the 6th floor and we just had a mini earthquake!!! My room was swaying and I could see the water level in Wanda moving.
WOW.

Anyway, what was I saying?

Cindy said, “ We believe that when we ask the god a question, we then toss the chips. If they both land the same way, then the answer is yes. But if you really want to be sure that the answer is correct, you throw them again. If they land the same again, then you can be sure it is certain. If they land differently than the first time, you have to ask the question again, but in a slightly different way.”

She laughed. “Sometimes I have been there for an hour!”

Our last stop before heading back to the hotel was a culinary one. Apparently, pineapple cakes are one of Taiwan’s way famous foods. We were going to make some for ourselves.

It wasn’t all that challenging. Basically, you wrap a biscuit dough around a pineapple and melon purée. Then they set us loose in the gift shop while our cakes were baked.

The packaging they chose to present them in was a little unfortunate, but the cakes were nice.

Blogless Sandy and I went back to the night market for dinner. This time, we had steamed pork dumplings and they were fabulous. We were served 10 for less than $5.

On the way home, we stopped at a shop across the road from the hotel and Blogless Sandy tried Bubble Tea. She liked it. ( I won’t try it because I can’t stand milk in my tea or coffee. )

Tomorrow, we leave the city and head out on our trek to circumnavigate the island.

Dad joke of the day:

Taiwan, Day 1: getting our bearings.

Despite leaving from the same city and being on the same tour, Sandy and I had different flights from Hong Kong to Taipei. We were both looking at the board to see which gate we had to go to, when Sandy saw her flight and said, “It’s gate 27,” and off we went.

I did think it was strange that she was looking further to the left than the 9:30 AM flights, but hey. She saw the gate, so after stopping her from taking an escalator down to the train line, we went to gate 27. It was miles away.

They were finalising boarding as we got there at 8:30. She was ushered straight on board, while my boarding pass wasn’t being accepted.

Of course not. It was for a different flight, leaving shortly on the other side of the airport. I set off at a run and made it, but Sandy was on her plane, not knowing what had happened to me. I knew she’d be freaking out.

Here I am, waiting for boarding, looking at the seat where she should have been sitting in.

We’ve checked the flights for the way home. Both are the same, though we only have an hour and 5 minutes between flights at Hong Kong airport. We’re worried that even with only having carryon, it might be cutting it too fine…

But all’s well that ends well, and we’re now in Taipei!

We were dropped off at the hotel at 1, which was a couple of hours before being able to check-in , so after finding an ATM to get some Taiwanese dollars, we decided to explore the streets around the hotel.

Taipei is reminding me of a cross between Japan and China, with the amount of motorcycles throwing in a hint of Vietnam for good measure.

My hotel room has a Japanese bidet! I’m so happy.

We stopped for coffee and carrot cake at a funky little café across the road from the hotel. An Americano was $70 Taiwanese. I nearly had a heart attack until I used the currency converter on my phone and realised that it was $3 AUD.

James from Ireland messaged me as we were walking, so I sent him this as proof that I was here. Nothing says Taiwan more than Homer Simpson, that’s what I always say.

There was a little park, with many sculptures.

We were walking to see where the night market was. Maybe we’ll go there for dinner.

Sandy wanted to check out the 7-11 stores, to see if they were similar to those that are in Japan. To my great satisfaction, they sell sushi and salads, so lunches on the run are sorted.

Coriander gin, anyone?

This manhole cover has fish and trees.

As you can see, Wanda the water bottle is still with me. She and I have been to seven continents together.

Sometimes when you travel, you see little things that suddenly remind you that life is different in other places in the world.

Remember last year, when I was taking photos of the beautiful doors in Stone Town, Zanzibar?

We were walking to see one of the oldest shopping streets in Taipei.

You’ve never seen so many dried foods in your life. Heaps of shops were selling bags of huge dried mushrooms that were bigger than my suitcase.

We browsed in a gorgeous pottery store.

I liked this old decoration around a very high-up window. It looks like parsnips.

It was a beautiful afternoon and we were having fun.

On the way back to our hotel, this little building nestled at the end of the street caught our eyes.

How funny! We couldn’t find the night market’s location earlier in the day, even though Google Maps was telling us we were there. But when we came back at 6pm, the answer was obvious. The street had closed down and there were stalls set up on the road.

That’s the back of Sandy’s head as we wandered around seeing what the options were for dinner. Somehow, I didn’t fancy the boneless chicken feet or the small intestines inside large intestines. We ended up choosing fried rice.

Tomorrow I might get these.

Pretty.

Sandy found herself drawn back to a stall that was selling peanut butter ice cream.

This is a massive chunk of peanuts and toffee. The guy grates along the top…

… lays out a thin crêpe, puts the peanut shavings on it with two scoops of ice cream and a little fresh coriander (not pictured), then wraps it all up like a burrito.

Look how happy she is!

Tomorrow we have an 8 AM start. Let’s see how punctual this group is.

Dad joke of the day:

Wednesday W’s #135.

What’s top of my mind: Packing for Taiwan!

I’m writing this on Tuesday, as Wednesday is a travel day, Melbourne to Taiwan, with a 3-hour stopover in Hong Kong. I’m excited – I’ve wanted to visit Taiwan for a while now, and this kicks off 2026’s travels.

Blogless Sandy is on the same tour. She saw that I’d booked, checked it out and asked if she could come along, so this time we’ll have separate rooms. You can see by the diagram that we’ll see quite a bit of the island.

Where I’m going: to buy dog food.

Scout doesn’t have quite enough food to last until I get home, so I’ll be jumping in the car to get a bag of kibble. Scout is sensing that something’s up. She saw me put my carry-on case on the table, and she’s keeping an eye on me. Hazel, meanwhile, is in blissful ignorance.

Where I’ve been: Hospital appointments with Mum.

It’s quite shocking how quickly Mum’s health has deteriorated over the past year.

She’s gone from happily walking around with her walker, to being immobile, relying on being in a wheelchair to get around. She is still in a brace for her broken humerus. On Friday, she was diagnosed with kidney cancer.

She’s too frail for any surgery etc. Fortunately, kidney cancers are incredibly slow-moving, which means that she’s likely to die of something else before her kidney gets around to becoming lethal. She chose to “let nature take its course”, to use her own words.

It all makes me more determined to get out and see the world while I can.

What I’m reading:

I can recommend both.

What I’m watching: The Dinosaurs on Netflix.

They’re so realistic that Hazel LOST HER MIND.

What I’m listening to: The Rest is History and The Book Club.

I saw a post on Twitter about a new pod about literature, with the first one being about Wuthering Heights. I listened, enjoyed it very much and saw that one of the presenters has a history podcast. I selected which topics I was interested in… it’s been going for about 6 years and I am but one woman, after all.

What I’m eating: I’m using up things from the cupboards.

I’ve bought a few things for Georgia31 to use while she’s here looking after Scout and Hazel, but I think I want to eat the cheese and crackers myself…

What I’m planning: what to do if our Balkans trip in May gets cancelled.

Yeah, thanks very much, Trump.

Our trip has a stopover in Doha, which obviously isn’t a great place to visit right now. Thanks, Trump.

Our tour is booked with TripaDeal, and they’re offering refunds or credits for any tours that they have to cancel, which is awesome. I’ll just grab a credit if the trip is cancelled, and go somewhere else.

Who deserves a thumbs-up: my kids.

They’ve all come together to promise that they’ll share the load to make sure the dogs are looked after here in their own home while I go travelling this year. The short trips will probably be just one person, but my 5-week South America/Galapagos holiday will require a bit of baton-changing.

What has made me smile: Retirement.

When I’m travelling, I’m happy. I love to see new things.

When I’m at home, I’m happy. My dogs, my gardens, my people… what’s there not to like?

Being able to choose exactly how I spend my time is a wonderful thing. I don’t take it for granted.

Dad joke of the day:

Wednesday W’s #134.

What’s top of my mind: Mum.

Mum was taken to hospital in the middle of the night a few days ago, (not for anything particularly urgent) and while she was there, a routine scan picked up a possible malignancy on one of her kidneys.

Poor thing! Ever since Dad tripped over her walker a year ago and broke his hip, their lives have turned to shit. It’s just one thing after another. Tomorrow we’ll be back at the hospital for another X-ray to see how well her humerus is knitting together after she broke it in December. We’ll be back in a couple of weeks for a scan to zero in on the kidneys to see what’s going on.

I tell you, if they say that her arm brace has to be kept on for more weeks, she’ll probably have to be kept on suicide watch. (I’m only half-joking about that one…)

It’s incredible how life can change in the blink of an eye.

Where I’m NOT going: to Bonbeach today.

I go and see Mum every day, unless someone else lets me know that they’re visiting her, in which case I treat myself to a day off. My niece Morgan is going in to see her.

Where I’ve been: to the beach with the dogs.

It’s such a beautiful morning. Hazel is horrible on lead, so I’m hell-bent on teaching her some manners.

What I’m reading: My Friends by Fredrik Backman

I read his novel ‘Anxious People’ last year and fell in love with this man’s writing. I know I’m late to the party.

I also fell in love with this speech.

What I’m watching: Bridgerton, Australian ‘The Traitors’ and Love is Blind.

A mishmash of junk tv.

What I’m listening to: Within the Wires podcast.

This is fabulous. It’s set in an alternate universe, and each season is a separate story, set anywhere from the 1950’s to current times. I’m spending a lot of time in my sewing room, so I have this on as I’m patiently piecing away.

I’m onto season 6 now.

What I’m eating: baked zucchini.

I was about to pull a dusty zucchini plant out. It wasn’t producing anything, or so I thought. In the shadows, right up against the wooden wall of the wicking bed, I saw a massive zucchini longer than my forearm.

omg.

I’ve decided that it’ll make 3 dinners for me. I defrosted a serve of bolognaise sauce and popped a third of the zucchini in the oven, with a bit of the middle scooped out, the bolognaise on top and some Aldi pizza cheese to finish it all off.

It was so delicious. I’m having the same dinner tonight, because 2 of the bolgnaise sauce packs had frozen themselves together and were inextricably linked. Thank goodness I enjoyed it… imagine if it was just ‘meh’?

What I’m planning: the same as last week.

The Seaglass quilt is now one row of blocks longer. I have 2 more rows to go before it’s finished. I’m determined to get it done before my last sewing machine class next Tuesday.

Each block is 1.5″ square, and with seam allowances, they end up as 1″ square. It takes a lot of time to make a quilt this size with such small blocks.

I’m not a patient person, but this is teaching me.

Who deserves a thumbs-up: Tom34 and Georgia31.

My Capricorns both came to visit me last week. While she was here, Georgia31 noticed that the back sliding door wasn’t working, so she took it off the tracks, sprayed some WD40 on it and it was all good again.

The next day, Tom33 and Sophie came over, and while Sophie and I chatted, Tom34 test-drove one of the power tools that they got me for Christmas. He got into the zone, and did all of the edging around the front lawn, weeded most of the garden and used the tool to clean up the weeds in the brick paving in the driveway.

What good kids I have!

What has made me smile: only a month to go for the Taiwan trip!

I really have to get my suitcase fixed.

Dad joke of the day:

Wednesday W’s #133.

What’s top of my mind: Quilting.

This is the finished quilt top for Tom33’s girlfriend Sophie. When I was on a bus in Borneo, I was scrolling on my phone, and I saw a very pretty bundle of fabric from Cutting Cloth. On a whim, I ordered it.

When I got back home, I was a little disappointed to see that they weren’t really ‘my’ colours. But when I was finishing up the baby quilt for Georgia’s friend, I realised that they were actually Sophie’s colours.

How lucky is that?

Hazel is there, convinced that she’s helping. She’s so big now.

Where I’m going: to an auction house.

Today I’m taking Dad’s model car collection to be assessed for sale. Yes, I finally got around to it. The actual auction won’t be until June/July, but today they’ll take photos and decide which lots to put them in.

After this, there’s an indigenous bark painting, my old car and Dad’s watch collection to go.

Where I’ve been: To Cutting Cloth again.

I’ve had the second of my 3 lessons in how to drive my new sewing machine. Yesterday’s lesson was full of dressmaking tips; things like buttonholes, hems, gathering, etc. I’ll probably never use them, but it was interesting to see what my new baby can do.

What I’m reading: What We Can Know – McEwan.

This is a slow-burning kind of novel, but I’m really enjoying it. It’s set in the future, after climate change and human aggression have radically changed the planet.

The protagonist is a university lecturer. on the hunt for a lost poem that was written in our time, was read aloud once and then was never seen again.

What I’m watching: ‘The Old Man’ on SBS.

They had me at John Lithgow.

What I’m listening to: ‘Within The Wires’ podcast.

I tried listening to this when it first came out, but that was when I was travelling to work on the train, and I couldn’t get into it. I gave it another go, and I’m loving it.

Basically, every season is a different story, told totally within a sound format. Series 1 was relaxation cassettes, and season 2 is audio guides from an art gallery. They appear to be from an alternate universe to ours.

It’s made by the ‘Welcome to Nightvale’ people, which is a podcast I’ve been listening to for YEARS.

What I’m eating: out of the pantry.

Now that I’m living on my own, I have so much food here. With Georgia taking her hormones, her body was burning up uel like a teenager, so she was eating a lot.

I’m hardly going to the supermarket, except for a few fresh things.

What I’m planning: To finish the Seaglass quilt.

Around 3 years ago, I started a quilt with 5,000 pieces, all 1.5″ squares. It is a beautiful Isish Chain pattern, devised by Kellie, the owner of Cutting Cloth.

My last lesson is in 2 weeks, and I have 3 rows of blocks to complete. It’s a big ask, but it’ll be nice to turn up to the last lesson with the completed quilt top. I’m a finisher, after all!

Who deserves a ‘thumbs-up’: The Seaglass quilt.

I threw the quilt into a drawer when I put a dark square in the wrong place, then had to unpick row upon row to fix it. I thought my ‘fix-it’ job was terrible, and I couldn’t bear to look at it.

Two and a half years later, when I finally got it out, I couldn’t see where the repair was.

Kate says that my standards must have slipped. I prefer to think that the quilt quietly got better in the darkness of the drawer…

I’ll be working on it for the next two weeks.

What has made me smile: the baby arrived.

Marcus is now a Dad! Baby Leon finally decided to make an appearance a few days ago. Georgia31 already has the quilt to give them when she goes to visit the new little family soon.

Dad joke of the day:

Little Adventures #25: Montalto.

What a flurry of Little Adventures I’ve had recently – all thanks to Scott.

For those who are new to this blog, when I retired in 2020, I knew that I’d have to force myself out from The Best House in Mekbourne and explore. I knew I’d travel, but in the in-between times, I’m a happy hermit. So the concept of Little Adventures was born. It’s a way of getting out once a month, to see and experience things I haven’t done before.

On Wednesday, Scout was aquiver with anticipation when I told her that we were having VISITORS!!! Hazel was aware that something exciting was about to happen, but she hasn’t quite grasped the concept yet. You can see the top of her head in the photo, looking at me instead of the window.

I was being whisked off to lunch at Montalto winery with Scott and his dear friend Dimitra. They’ve been friend even longer than I’ve known Scott, and we’ve heard about each other, but this was the first time we’ve met.

She’s a very interesting person and I enjoyed this day immensely. After they met the social hurricane that is Hazel, off we went to Red Hill, on the Mornington Peninsula.

One of the draw cards of Montalto is the sculpture walk, which is a lovely wander through the vinyard and surrounding bushland. You all know how much I like a sculpture walk. Remember the one on Kangaroo Island?

We saw a couple of people walking through with glasses of wine in hand, but being responsible adults, we saw the art unadulterated by the fumes of alcohol. (We saved that for lunch afterwards.)

I took a few pictures of a few sculptures that caught my fancy.

This one was called ‘Coil.’

This one made me laugh. A polar bear with penguins.

There were a few of these. ‘Anenome.’

Ahhh. Retirement is good. This was at noon on a Wednesday.

This is fabulous. Dimitra actually owns a couple of small etchings by this artist. I can’t tell you who he is, because there was no label, and I can’t remember who she said he was. It’s huge.

The sky was grey, but that was perfect for Scott and me. We are vampires and burn in the slightest sunlight.

It was lovely walking around in the countryside. Dimitra has a career that I’ve never come in contact with before, so I asked her about it. I like hearing about paths different to mine.

I can recommend the food. I had the lamb shoulder with a summer fruits salad on the side. See the zucchini? Pickled.

Delicious.

Chocolate brownie for dessert. Dense, but so chocolatey. I couldn’t finish it all, so Scott wrapped it in a napkin for Ron.

You know… later ron.

That night, all I had for dinner was a few cheese and crackers. One of the perks of living alone. I can have whatever I want to eat.

On the way home, we swung by Rosebud pier. This is where Scott’s mum’s ashes were placed, as she wanted to be buried at sea.

Close enough, I guess. It was beautiful. Black swans in the water, a few schoolkids playing in the shallows… it would be a pleasant place to spend eternity. We walked to the end of the pier and back.

Two days later I found the half brownie that I couldn’t finish.

Still delicious.

Dad joke of the day:

Wednesday W’s #132.

What’s top of my mind: Georgia31 and Evan29.

Two weeks ago, I sent them a message, giving them 2 weeks’ notice to get all of their things out of my house. It’s not that I mind terribly about having their things here as such… I just want to get the back part of the house looking how I want it to. Also, it would be nice to have actual guest bedrooms that are immediately ready for guests.

Yesterday I sent them this:

Do you two realise that I gave you a two-week deadline to collect all of your belongings… a week and a half ago????

I’ve heard back from Georgia. She’s coming around today.

Where I’m going: to a winery on the Mornington Peninsula.

Scott and his friend Dimitra are picking me up soon. We’re going to the winery with the sculpture walk. I guess Scott is giving me February’s Little Adventure! What a helpful friend.

Where I’ve been: to the Cutting Cloth quilting shop.

Yesterday was the first sewing machine tutorial. I wish it weren’t so far away. Driving 90 minutes in peak hour morning traffic isn’t much fun.

Still, I learned a lot, and took pages of notes. Two more lessons to go!

What I’m reading: What We Can Know: Ian McEwan

Just started it, so the jury’s still out.

What I’m watching: Dexter New Blood and Bridgerton.

Bridgerton is getting sillier and sillier, just like the novels.

What I’m listening to: Welcome to Nightvale.

I had a year’s worth of episodes to catch up on, and after the drive to Alphington and back, I’m nearly up to date.

What I’m eating: garden produce!

Sadly, this year is a shocker for tomatoes. By this time, I’ve usually got TRAYS of tomatoes ripening in the kitchen, but 2026 is not the year for abundance. Beans are slow, but chillies and zucchinis are going gangbusters.

My sister popped in for dinner a couple of days ago, and I made a lasagne with my tomatoes, basil, oregano, silver beet and green chilli. She raved about how good it was, which is nice. I always say that she’s a better cook than I am.

What I’m planning: dog boarding for 2026.

I have 5 trips booked for this year, and with Georgia moving out, I don’t have my live-in dog sitter.

Who deserves a ‘thumbs-up’: Me.

Because why not?

What has made me smile: Memories of Iceland.

I snapped this shot from my front verandah and sent it to the Iceland people. I love how little things will remind me of my travels for the rest of my life.

Dad joke of the day:

Little Adventures #24: A tourist in my own town.

When I retired from teaching, I set a little goal for myself. Every month, unless I was travelling, I’ll go and see something new. I call them “Little Adventures.”

What with Mum needing so much attention, this had slipped my mind, until my dear friend Scott, an AVID reader of the blog (haha!), arranged to meet up with me in Melbourne a couple of days ago. He is working here for a few weeks, taking British tourists on a couple of Australian tours.

“It’ll be good for one of your Little Adventures,” he said.

I’m glad one of us was on the ball.

Of course, we arranged to meet under the clocks at Flinders St Station, the most iconic place in Melbourne to meet. We had the whole day ahead of us – or at least until 3 PM. I had to get back to Bonbeach in time to pop in on Mum.

We decided to have a quick look at Hosier Lane, so we set off. It’s a hop, step and a jump from the station. It’s a dedicated place for graffiti, or ‘street art’, and it changes all the time.

We crossed the road and were passing by St. Paul’s Cathedral when Scott said, “Do you want to have a look at the church?”

How funny. I’ve lived in Melbourne my whole life, as has Scott for most of his, and yet neither of us had ever gone into the cathedral. I guess whenever I go into the city, I’m always there to go somewhere specific, never to just wander around exploring the sights. So in we went.

This is looking back towards the front door. See the stripes? The grey is basalt from the western districts. The architect thought a stripey cathedral would be a point of difference.

We fell into the clutches of a window guide, who insisted on telling us the story of Jesus stopping the storm on the Sea of Galilee. Fortified by this tale, we headed back outside in search of street art.

A lot of the graffiti was political this time. People aren’t impressed with Iran at the moment.

But there were a few Dad jokes there, too.

Then it was back down the lane and across the road to the Ian Potter Gallery of Australian art.

Scout!

This was in the bark paintings section. Look at their faces. Scary.

He looks depressed.

I was excited to see this one again. I didn’t know that it had been moved from the main art gallery to this one. It’s a classic, telling the story of a pioneer family on the outskirts of Melbourne.

The first one shows their arrival in the bush. She looks overwhelmed by the prospect of life there, doesn’t she?

The next shows them as a family, living in their little cabin.

The last one is sad. Time has passed, the cabin is gone, and the new city of Melbourne can be seen through the trees. The husband is visiting the grave, alone.

‘The Pioneer’, by Frederick McCubbin, painted at Mt Macedon.

Another absolute banger was nearby:

‘Shearing the Rams’, by Tom Roberts (1890), is huge and contains so much detail. I stood there for ages, looking at all the faces. I think we had some coasters with this on them when I was a kid, because it was like bumping into an old friend.

Sometimes the stories behind the paintings are what clutches at your heartstrings. ‘Jessie with Doll’, by her brother Hugh Ramsay (1897).

Less than ten years after this painting
was finished, Hugh Ramsay’s younger
sister Jessie, nursed him at home after
he returned to Australia from Paris with
tuberculosis. Jessie contracted the
same illness from her brother, and died
a few years later at twenty-two years of
age.”

‘Ouroboros’, by Heather B Swann. Love it.

Then it was lunch in Fed Square (or Federation Square for non-Aussies). Apparently, you can’t get a chicken parma (or chicken parmigiana for non-Aussies) in Europe for love nor money, so Scott was loading up while he was here.

We still had some time to kill, so we elected to do a very touristy thing. We’d go to the Eureka Skydeck.

The Eureka building is now the second-tallest building in Melbourne, standing at 297 metres tall.

We paid to do ‘The Edge’, which is where a glass cube moves out from the side of the skyscraper and you are standing on glass, WAAAAY above the street below. Terrible for people who are scared of heights, of which I am not.

There you go.

Look! I zoomed in on where we started the day – the copper dome of Flinders Street Station, and St Paul’s Cathedral.

After that, I jumped back on the train and headed back to see Mum. She hadn’t had a very good day and was already tucked up in bed watching TV when I arrived. Scout and Hazel were pleased to see me, though Hazel, who is a communicative little thing, voiced her displeasure at missing out on lunch.

I can’t believe how often I’ve seen Scott in the last few years, considering we live on opposite sides of the world. Life is a funny thing sometimes.

Dad joke of the day:

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