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I don’t often read long books. I am not entirely sure whether this comes from a lack of attention span… I have never been able to knit anything as long or involved as a jumper, despite the fact that I was able to knit intricate and fiddly toys! Perhaps it is simply an aversion to spending too much of my time on one storyline. Whatever the reason, when I have pushed myself to read a “long book” I have been delightfully rewarded.

Take my most recent journey into the world of ‘The Alphabet Sisters,’ what initially struck me as a Maeve Binchey-style romance, was a striking and meaningful novel which I am thoroughly pleased I read.

I finished the novel not long after Australia won the Boxing Day Test against Pakistan, interestingly, without the usual grief I feel when I finish “spending time” with the characters I have come to know and love. I loved the novel and I loved the realistic if not entirely happy ending. It transported me to a family where not is all what it seems and three sisters grow to learn that despite all the difficulties life throws at them, their friendship and love for each other helps them face anything.

To my sisters and friends, the novel is at my place for your perusal if ever and when you should like to read it.

Highly recommended by me!

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Little Marley – Royal NP

30 December, 2009

Another wonderful afternoon and another wonderful bushwalk.

This walk, being very familiar to myself, began at a solid pace, passed by the waterhole feeding into the inlet below and upwards to the cliffline. Unlike last time we barely stopped at the cliffs to look, instead preferring to walk on to new territory previously unvisited by Michael.

My concerns were allayed about having left our walk until too late in the day as we realised there was still a bit of heat in the sun, but we had missed the worst of it by choosing to walk mid to late afternoon.

Little Marley from the Cliffline

On arriving at the cliffs overlooking Little Marley we were met by an exquisite view of the blue ocean meeting the blue sky on the backdrop of more cliffline beyond. Inspired by this walk we have decided that we would both like to walk the length of the coastline, but over two days and in perhaps a rather unorthodox fashion. We will see how this goes starting (we hope) next Wednesday!

We covered the walk at quite a pace, but I decided that I would like to make a special effort to attempt to look at the bush I walked through and not always at my feet… not an easy thing to do but very rewarding!

The cooling swim in the inlet at Wattamolla in the late afternoon was beautifully refreshing and relaxing. What a fantastic way to spend our second Wednesday of the holidays.

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I have walked again… I love the Christmas holidays. Two days before Christmas we drove down the coast early in the morning and by midday were walking in Minnamurra Rainforest. It was a relatively easy walk, except the 500 metres up to the falls, but it was quite nice. Like most places now the water in the falls and creek was scarce, but at the upper falls was a relaxing view. I tried my hand at using my sunglasses as a filter. I haven’t decided which of the photos I like the best, but it was fun taking them.

I also enjoyed trying to find the right balance between walking for exercise and walking for pleasure. Michael and I spent some time (with the other 9 people!) relaxing and staring aimlessly at the waterfall.

A very pleasant trip down south, one that I suspect could become a regular!

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Wow! What a beautiful film, a visual treat.

From the moment the film opened I made up my mind to immerse myself in the 19th century world of John Keats and Fanny Brawne. I loved the tranquil music, the long pauses and the beautiful scenery. While the romance took a while to ignite I didn’t think the plot was too slow.

My favourite part was the analogy made between reading a poem and diving in a lake…

one doesn’t dive in a lake simply to immediately swim to the shore, the experience of the water and swimming in it is the reason we dive in. So too with poetry. Poetry is read to be enjoyed and savoured first and analysed later. John Keats

Not a direct quote from the film, this is what I remember of it and the meaning I took from it.

The other startling part of this film for me was the scene where Fanny is told of John’s death and is read the description of his last moments. She broke down from deep grief and this was portrayed so accurately and vividly that I could almost feel the difficulty she was having breathing.

Definitely glad I saw this one and I loved my first visit to Cinema Paris at Fox Studios.

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