Since I last wrote, Mary and I spent eleven days in Queensland with our eldest son and his lovely family. In so doing we missed most of the wildest and coldest storm Wellington has had in four or five years.
The very first evening in Brisbane was just the opposite of hat was starting to happen already back in Wellington. It was a warm evening with a delightful rosy sunset starting to happen on the North Pine river at Tinchi Tamba wetlands.
On the way in, Mary and I had spotted the mob of feral kangaroo and I really should have taken the shot then before the sun disappeared. I am told this is a mature female with its immature offspring.
Rowena and David had arranged for us all to spend three days on the Sunshine Coast at Noosa. On the way there, we visited the stunning Mary Cairncross reserve. If you are in the area North of Brisbane and like nature this is not to be missed. Regrettably we arrived rather late in the day, so it was very dark inside the rainforest area. Happily, there was a lovely view out over the Glass House Mountains, before we carried on to Noosa.
As luck would have it, it rained on our first day at Noosa, but it didn’t prevent a nice sunset glow on the lagoon behind our accommodation.
On our last day there, we went out on Noosa Sound on a rented boat, and during a brief walk ashore at the Noosa Spit Recreation Reserve, I managed a shot of this handsome Brush Wattlebird.
Not to everyone’s taste, but equally handsome to my eye was this Golden Orbweb spider … apparently a small one at about the size of the palm of my hand.
The youngsters went back to school and parents back to work, so Mary and I spent some time exploring the delights of the Brisbane River on the excellent Rivercat ferries. It was a delight to see the formation of Pelicans flying over us against a clear blue sky.
Back in the city, in the magnificent gardens at Gardens Point, we encountered a water dragon. In summer there are dozens of them, but since this was midwinter and the temperature a mere 22 deg C, they were harder to find.
All to soon it was time to return to reality. Having stowed my camera in the overhead locker, I resorted to my iPhone to capture a departing shot of this lovely city.
Three hours or so later we were experiencing some turbulence over the Marlborough Sounds as we descended towards Wellington. Enlarge this image to see the tops of the waves being hurled Northwards at 140 km/h. It was a warning of the absolutely vicious icy blast that greeted us when we emerged from the terminal. Nevertheless, it was good to be home again, even in the midst of a power cut brought about by the storm