Yesterday started impossibly early.
My belief is that there is no such time as 2:30 am, yet my alarm clock woke me then. An hour later we were on our way to the airport to check in for our trip to Brisbane. By 6:00 am we were on the plane being pushed back from the terminal on the first flight to leave after the end of the night curfew.
It was a smooth trip, albeit with one of those airlines that gives you what you pay for and no more (so I had breakfast in the terminal before boarding). About an hour after leaving a wet and chilly Wellington, we were suddenly bathed in the glad light of the new day.
After three hours we arrived over the Australian coast at Coolangatta and turned North towards Brisbane. I was impressed by the clean clear view of the Gold Coast high-rise buildings.
David met us at the airport and we were delighted to have his company for the day. When our grandson, Isaac came home from school we went over to Deagon where his other grandparents live. Isaac walked with me along the nearby creek and to my delight I saw three white herons (or egrets) and four royal spoonbills. We heard a delightful warbling song and it turned out to be the butcher bird. Despite the vicious hook on the end of its bill it is a superb singer.
As the sun was going down, it seemed there might be a spectacular sunset, so David took me up to Gympie Road where there was a clear view to the West. It was perhaps not as David hoped, but I liked what I saw.
It was a long day, but a happy one.
* High Flight, by John Magee