Redcliffe

We drive on past the aptly named Glass House Mountains to Brisbane or to be more precise Redcliffe. This is billed as a charming northern suburb – probably true if you’re over 80, enjoy crown green bowling and don’t mind being 30kms from the city centre. It reminds me a bit of Bournemouth or Lymington with an ageing population and nothing much to do. Anyway the accommodation is good and spacious and we manage to catch up on Ruby’s homework (Harley is now starting to ask for some too so we buy some waterproof letters/numbers for the bath). We also catch up on a couple of videos including the rather amusing ‘Darwin Awards’ that includes a great scene of an ambitious mechanic who decides to hook up an aircraft engine to the back of his ‘ute’.

About the most interesting things in Redcliffe were watching an octagenarian ‘trainee’ feed the pelicans (only 3 came) and my sashimi lunch including seaweed, clam and a surprisingly stingy jellyfish. At least there was no blue-ringed octopus on offer as I would have probably gone for it to relieve the boredom of Redcliffe.