Sunday 28th April
And yet another
splendid Mission Beach day. Even more
splendid because it is Pete’s birthday… He says he doesn’t really like being 67
but he very much realises it is far better than the alternative…
So what did I give
Pete for his birthday?? A mini iPad! It is already causing him stress and
annoyance; he really doesn’t love his technology… But I hope he will learn to love
it…
This photo was
taken this morning, at the Mission Beach Monster Market. He does look faintly anxious; he was in fact
very happily chatting to his daughter Nicole, and to Grace, Olivia and Matilda.
Pete is, of
course, O Captain My Captain. He is also
father of four, grandfather of eight, friend to more than I could begin to
count, brother to two, and My Boy Peter to his mother.
He is also
McGyver AND David Attenborough!!!
The proof is
below…
Did I get a
photo of the cassowary? No of course
not! I was too busy going ooh and aaah;
he in the meantime whipped out his dinky new videocam and – voila!!
Well...it won't download! Bit it is a wonderful videofilm of our teenage cassowary crossing the road! I will try it again, in a minute...
This is what I
got, on my camera…
Pete Salmon
once again performed culinary miracles.
We had a fabulous lunch, with very nice random guests.
Libby and Noel,
ex-Tasmanians, now living outside Cardwell, in the jungle.
Chris and Faye,
new friends from Melbourne, sometimes resident in Mission Beach.
So what did we
eat?? The most delicious slow-cooked
lamb, with veggies, following a wonderful soup made from wilted vegetables
ousted from the fridge on 2XS. And
dessert – well why didn’t I take a photo???
The most amazing Invention Test!
Pete plated up bananas in caramel sauce, delicious little ice creams,
and a topping made from black sapote, also known as chocolate pudding fruit.
Yummerella!!!
My nature
photography is not improving by leaps and bounds but I did manage A reasonable
photo of a particularly beautiful spider.
maybe it is a golden orb, small-ish version… they grow very big, and
Maddie often has them in her hair when she is gardening. She flings them aside with gay abandon and
says they make a scrunchy sort of sensation.
I am very phobic about spiders but – I thank God, very fervently – not
of this sort of spider. Golden orb
spiders are just gorgeous, and they stay decorously in their webs. They are not hairy; they do not prowl, and
jump, like the spiders which turn my blood to ice. Michael does not find them to be gorgeous. He says when he is on army exercises in the
thick bush around Townsville in the dark, these spiders are JUST at head height
and he is always finding them plastered across his face. NOT so nice!!
Happy belated birthday Pete! Cheers dear, AM x
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