A Rainy Week Finding Autumn

 Week - 25 to 31 May

Endless days of rain. Thankfully the heaviest falls not over Brisbane South. The dawn of Tuesday morning was dark and threatening.

Janice and I walked the Corso to the Schonnel Bridge and the University of Queensland. In the heaviest downpour, we took shelter at the UQ bus station.

We laughed at this garden fence sculpture.

A lone autumn tree. The leaves were too damp to successfully throw into the air. We returned to The Green for coffee, a reward for a very damp, but enjoyable 11 km.

The following day, the Hungry Hikers walked from The Green to Stones Corner, to Churchie and on to Mowbray Park. Feet were tired, [12 km] so we took the Citycat upriver to Southbank, for our coffee.

View from the Churchie footbridge back to the city skyline.  We love Brisbane.

We love Brisbane from the Citycat.

One more autumn tree to toss leaves. Again with little success because of the damp.

Our good friend Jan, turned 70. As you know we love to celebrate. A surprise nibbles, pizza and bubbles was planned for late Friday afternoon, in the park below the Gateway Bridge. We had checked out the area a month ago and the view and sunset looked perfect. 

By Thursday morning we were wondering if the rain was ever going to stop. In fact it became heavier and with a thunderstorm or two thrown into the mix.

It was such a relief when we woke Friday, to sunshine.  On reaching the park at 2.30 pm to set up, we were almost blown away by the strong wind that replaced the rain.  We retreated to  a higher concreted area, that thankfully, was sheltered from the strong blast. The concrete hadn't impressed us when we were originally looking, but it turned out to be quite perfect.

Brisbane has a volunteer classical radio station, 4 MBS. Every May they host a Festival of classics. A music spectacular in our City Hall was the finale. This year they celebrated the 100 years of Australia's world reknowned soprano, Joan Sutherland. Just the most sensational afternoon of magnificent voices and orchestration. Many spine tingling, goosebump and teary moments, as we listened to famous pieces of Joan Sutherland's reportoire.

We then stepped outside to a golden sunset and a glowing red City Hall. Our feet were light, as we made our way to the bus stop.

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