“Why do you always go to the same beach?” I was asked not long ago. There are other little bays close by – why don’t you go to any of the others?
See the red dot – that’s where we are staying. Travel 2.5km east (right) and that’s where Rose Bay is. Travel east, round the corner, then north a little and you’ll get to Horseshoe Bay (which is the place that person was alluding to)
Yes it’s a lovely little bay – I can vouch for that – but to me it’s an ‘adults only’ bay. I’ve only ever seen adults there – it has a certain appeal to older adults who congregate there en masse in winter – year after year after year.
It was early morning when I took these and the ‘line up’ had already begun. By mid morning those chairs will have almost covered the sands, the car park and cafe will be chockablock. Claims have been staked – the chairs will remain there all day long!
I’ll tell you a little story:- I went there one year – one of the early years (2009) when we first started coming up here (before I’d discovered Rose Bay) – picked a spot under the trees on the left hand side, got comfortable in my chair, reading a book, enjoying the fresh air, not really looking at what was going on – after a while I realised others had set up a line of chairs beside me. A woman was walking up and down in front of me pointing to where I was sitting and I could hear the others saying (quite loudly) ‘she was here when we arrived’. Yes, you’re right – I’d placed my chair where she usually put hers….. and she was not happy at all. I came away and left them to it. (I’ve actually heard of people being asked to move – ‘you’re in my spot’ – that’s how possessive some of them are)
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So, I replied, why would I go there when I could to another place – a quiet place
WHERE…. Sometimes I have company — Sometimes not
WHERE…. Grandmas can paddle in a rockpool while keeping an eye on young charges Fishermen in wet suits stride from the water clutching a harpoon and net Young lovers have room to walk and talk. Young men do what many young men do on beaches – try to impress the girls. (the young men and the ‘girls’/women came down from the caravan park round the corner favoured by young backpackers)
WHERE…. Saturdays are family days – days for teaching children about the ocean. Mums and Aunties come down…..with paddle boards, kayaks and canoes. Dads and Uncles do their share of baby minding – taking pushers to the waterline so the youngest ones can enjoy a ‘paddle’ and appreciate the ocean in their own way
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It’s really early Monday morning, (I’m about to press publish so fingers crossed it posts) after a warmish night a second cup of tea will be very welcome. This is our last week here but I’m not sure how much time I’ll be spending at my special place…….after all those weeks of cooler than usual weather, things have changed and this was last night’s forecast for the rest of the week! I think I hear the sound of the air con at the library calling😊
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I’m linking to Wednesday’s Words & Pics hosted by Denyse – you’ll find many interesting blogs there. Perhaps you’d like to join in as well.
An enterprising local company decided the best way to advertise to ‘tradies’ is to put it right in front of their eyes. No elegant glasses for water in this pub. Beer glasses all the way…..’cose tradies drink water too😊
Glass of cold beer – coming up!
I wondered if The Golfer was drinking a new brand of beer – No..same as usual..he said
I was intrigued enough to ask Mr G – it’s true – you learn something new every day😊
Coffee and cake – I never say no to that Mug for The Golfer – a cup’ll do for me – and half each of two very nice slices
I think I’ve mentioned before internet reception where we are staying is a pain……drive 3km to the centre of town and it’s 5g all the way. Here, it comes and goes – windy days, hot sunny days, doesn’t make a difference- 3g (4g if you’re lucky) and it drops out constantly. No big deal but I’m definitely getting fed up seeing the words ‘not connected to the internet’. So I’ve been down the pub or the marina rather than here in blogland😎
There’s more to me than a pair of knitting needles!
That was an expression used by a friend I had in England many years ago. I met her at a ‘mum’s and babes’ group and marvelled at the knitting she produced. However it seemed in a previous life before she married she had been a plain clothes policewoman, now dissatisfied with her present life (…..”reduced to nursing a baby and clicking knitting needles”….) she certainly let everyone know where she’d been and what she’d done.
So to prove that I can do more than knit I’ve managed to read several books in the last couple of weeks😊 My aim for these last few weeks we’re here has been at least a book a week, meaning I had to finish the ‘backlog of 3 by the bed’ before I could start the two new library ones
David Baldacci introduces a new character in Zero Day (the first in a now 10+yr old series of 5 books) John Puller, who could be called an army special agent investigator, sent to rural Virginia to look into ‘an unusual death’ he meets up with Samantha Cole a local police detective and the story unfolds from there. This was an impulse ‘pick off the shelf’ from the library. I enjoyed it – a pick it up – put it down – and pick it up again – to get to the end as soon as possible sort of book. A great way to pass a couple of wet windy days.
Linda Fairstein hadn’t been on my reading list before – this was a find on the ‘drop & swap’ shelf in the laundry. Final Jeopardy is her first novel about Alexandra Cooper, a sex crimes prosecutor (there’s about 20 in the series now) so I got in on the ground floor as the saying goes. Friend is killed, she becomes involved and then is a target as well. I’m not a picky reader (will read anything and everything) but to me this seemed a bit humdrum. I might see if I can find others and try again. Other readers love her so maybe I should have another go.
David Mark’s Dark Winter was also another I plucked from the libary shelf. Some days I go there with nothing in mind and just take something for the heck of it – not sure if I should be more organised or not. Anyway this is his first novel about Aector McAvoy (10 in total now) – a policeman living in Hull, not the most glamorous city in Yorkshire but one that had a serial killer on the loose. I became really engrossed in the story as it unfolded just before Christmas (Christmas in the book not real life Christmas lol) – 3 deaths that seemed unrelated till right at the very end. And yes I did guess the killer but not the way he was involved. He had vaguely crossed my mind sometime or another and it was only when it became apparent who it was I remembered my thought about that character lol
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Did I knit over the past couple of weeks – well, sort of 😊
I got fed up with the fawn shirt, then remembered I brought some half finished items with me – aiming to finish at least one. These rather crumpled looking pieces of green (which when finished will be a matinee coat looking like the pink top left corner) will be going home looking very much like they did on the way up. I reworked one of the sleeves then put the pieces back on the big stitch holder…..guess who forgot the very long needles to use for the yoke 😟
SO…..if you aren’t just pretty face and there’s more to you than meets the eye would you like to tell me what you’ve been up to ????
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I’m linking to Wednesday’s Words & Pics hosted by Denyse – you’ll find many interesting blogs there. Perhaps you’d like to join in as well.
Oh, and why don’t you pop over to see Kat…….She’s hosting Unraveled Wednesday a great place where you’ll find lots of knitting (and reading)
I had an email from my contact at the nursing home telling me about a new memory project called ‘I Remember That’ that was starting about the time I return at the beginning of next month. The title had me remembering all those years ago when my aunt would come out with those words….admittedly after some subtle prompting by us with words or pictures…..but we were glad it had stirred something in her mind.
(At that time I belonged to a (now defunct) ’families and carers’ group where to ease the strain we wrote and shared pieces online – I hope you don’t mind me sharing another one from 2009)
Talking to my Aunt the other day I was asking her what she remembered – its a hard question for her to answer some days but for some reason on that day she was clear in her mind about one thing.
She remembered her older sister Betty and how she made her laugh.
They were raised in India in house a house full of adults. Along with their Mother and Father there were also four spinster aunts – sisters of their Mother.
None of the servants had children they could play with so as well as sisters, they were playmates and also constant companions to each other.
Being priviledged they were sent off to boarding school at a young age, luckily not back to England as so many expat children were but somewhere in India ( she doesn’t remember where exactly) and were able to go ‘home’ for the holidays – so whenever Pam felt lonely or afraid Betty was there to comfort and make her laugh.
It was so lovely (and rare) to hear her talking of this life she led so long ago, dances were a way of life, Betty was the fun one attracting lots of admirers while Pam being a quiet one would sit on the sideline. They both married officers in the 9th Gurkhas Regiment so continued to live a privileged life as adults. They stayed in India till after the war and then returned to England to a very different lifestyle.
She was so clear in her descriptions of life in those days it was almost as if she was reliving them – till she came to the part of migrating to Australia in the early 1950’s.
Then nothing came – she just stopped talking. I assume ‘cose there was no Betty – who had remained in England – to talk about. Maybe I’ll be able to get her to remember those times again but I never know from one day to the next whats going on inside her head.
As a youngish widow she managed several trips ‘home’ to England over the years to see her beloved Betty – the sister who even as an adult had a way of making her forget her troubles and laugh. She recognised Betty in this photo of the two of them enjoying a special moment of laughter but had no idea where, when, or why.
Betty on the left and A Pam on the right
Can you see the special bond they had with each other – the love in the eyes and the smiles on their faces? Hopefully she can still remember those moments inside her head even if she can’t talk about them
Minus the horrendous $10 price tag – they’re back on the menu again
I’m quite willing to admit I’m an Iceberg lettuce lover eater. Please don’t put all those other iddybiddy bitter tasting little curly leaves on my plate I won’t eat them because I just don’t like them
It might not be fashionable but I like the pale green colour of Iceberg the crunchiness as well as the cool taste
Egg sandwiches need it, tiny prawns need it, potato salad needs it I like the big rounded leaves, I’ve been known to eat them as a snack They look good filled with chopped chicken tomato and cucumber
Torn or shredded on a large serving platter it makes a good bed for what I call my ‘help yourself green salad’ Finely sliced cucumber/raw zucchini/kiwi fruit along with green grapes topped with finely chopped spring onions. Different but we like it 😊
Now if the price of other vegetables start to drop all us non gardeners will be happy/er
What I didn’t mention in the last post is that there is an undercover seating area along the side of the cabin with room for a pony no I meant for golf clubs😊 There are a couple of all weather chairs and a small table plus a gratis BBQ Cooking ‘tools’ are kept inside.
At first glance it looks plain but it’s serviceable and the privacy lattice softens the area, it’s plenty big enough for us two – plus other bits and pieces there’s no room for inside. The esky is the right height to use as a foot rest and that little table isn’t quite large enough for my needs 😌 so the tub makes a great low level ‘whatever you want it to be’
You can just see the cut back gum, the grassy area and the other cabin plus there’s a gravel dividing strip – which is normally where those golf clubs are parked !
Then there’s the square hedge (the gardeners love their square hedges) near the roadway at the other end. Cabin parking is at the front so unfortunately if that cabin is booked and a car is there we get no view
And here’s where I spit the dummy…..no need to read further if you don’t want to 😊
Now most of the the cabins would be used by short stay visitors – overnight/ 2-3 days – who possibly aren’t concerned about how much ‘land’ is useable – it’s only during ‘the winter season’ (May – September) that they are booked for several weeks at a time. This year we’ve booked for 11 weeks, leaving the end of the month – some years it’s been less and we’d be leaving just after this weekend.
This is the cabin next door (from my photo archives) – the one we usually get – it’s at the end of the row with van sites beginning on down from there. The positioning of the boundary wall and the siting of the cabins means there’s much more grassy space behind it, the view through the palms in front is open, not restricted. The whole feel of the place is better Call me childish, call me silly – the covered area is great when it’s blazing sunshine or raining but like the other day I do like to sit out in the open shade (none of the other long stayers do) and I’ve felt very hard done by this year
After all that I think I need to close my eyes again and remember my aim this year is to ‘enjoy every moment’ 😎
Now that didn’t take long did it……one season to another, just like that!
The rain eventually moved on – the wind blew And on cue the sun shone to welcome the new season!
(and yes you’re right, comparing the rainy day photo and this one I don’t think any of these cars moved over those couple of days😊)
Someone asked what the outside of the cabin was like and did we have an actual grassed sitting area – well like lots of things in life that are sent to try you, we had a bit of a wonky start when we arrived this year. We weren’t allocated our requested cabin but the one next door.
‘Everything is the same’ as the other one we were told. (Photos from a previous year Read about our ‘tiny’ house 2018 )
…..except as we found out, it wasn’t quite the same – smaller inventory, less electrical sockets, a ‘touchy’ fridge with missing shelves, the maintenance man has had to repair a few previously unreported issues, annoying things like a squeaky overhead fan as well as a dripping shower head (short stay visitors don’t mention minor problems, they just leave and think maybe we won’t go back there again)- both sorted quickly and quietly…. but look once I’d stopped grizzling all has been well
Saying that though, there is one difference I’m really not happy over – that’s the amount of useable space at the back of the cabin. Not a lot!
And as you can see, even though there are palms and what I think is a very cut back Silver Dollar Eucalyptus (E. cinerea or polyanthemos – the gardeners aren’t sure) between cabins it seems to be dominated by the side wall view of next door
Anyway back to yesterday, I took my fold up chair and ‘make do’ table along with book, coffee, snack, looking for a quiet spell out there. Often at this 1st of the month time when seasons change I’m thinking about where we’ve been and where we’re heading for the rest of the year but for some reason other things were plodding round my mind.
‘Shut it out Catherine’ I kept telling myself. ‘Close your eyes, forget it, let it be’.
At the end of last year amongst other things I had told myself to ‘enjoy every moment. Corny as it sounds, opening my eyes and seeing the branches to the front and the palms over the wall to my left swaying in the sunlight brought that home to me.
How strange that the first day of our Winter (June 1) was a Wednesday and here we are at the last day (August 31) and it’s also a Wednesday!
Day1 at home in Victoria was the day we went for a drive in the rain (https://cranethie.com/2022/06/02/winter-day-1/) – I’m not sure how today will pan out but yesterday (Day90) here outside my little cabin in Queensland it was also wet!
Unlike Day1 when he didn’t play – on Day90 The Golfer decided maybe it wouldn’t be that bad…..it was the Veterans afternoon and ‘we can’t let the side down’ so just after lunch, waterproofs and brolly at the ready he headed out.
By early afternoon it was coming down in bucket loads
And had turned cool – well much cooler than it had been😌
But certainly nothing like it was at home!
Me – well I gathered up my blanket (to keep my toes warm) new library books latest knitting project, parked myself on the bed and settled down to enjoy an afternoon doing as I like on my own
He was home just after 4pm……a little wet and a bit subdued. Still doesn’t enjoy playing in the rain so didn’t stop for a drink in the club house…..something he usually enjoys (reliving the game with all and sundry😊)
Me – well I was comfy so suggested he might like pop down and get pizza for dinner!. Thanks for your suggestions I’ll think about doing something with those egg plants another day ! ~ ~ ~ ~
The price of fruit and veg is getting out of control and with all the strange weather over the past few months in growing areas round Australia the effect on that produce hasn’t been good. I know farmers can’t control the weather but I’ve looked at some of the supposedly fresh vegetables they’ve sent to market then on to greengrocers or supplied to supermarkets and more and more thought…no, we’ll try frozen or do without. . As well as a stall at the Sunday market a lot of local growers here have roadside farm gate (honesty box) stalls, which can be interesting because you never know what’s going to be on sale. It’s often ‘not quite right’ produce they know won’t sell – because consumers want good looking right sized (in their eyes) stuff. The good thing is that it’s fresh…..not long been off the bush or out of the ground
We stopped at one the other day The Golfer got out to have a look ‘Big tomatoes, huge green pumpkins, long zucchini’…..just get some toms and zucchini I called out and went back to my knitting
It turned out these are what he thought were zucchini/courgette!
My reaction when he opened the bag at home – what am I going to do with that!
Some would say, bless his heart he was only trying to help and I should have looked my self.
Let’s just say Egg plant/Aubergine (any shape size or form) is not my favourite vegetable so I never buy them, in fact I can’t remember if I’ve ever cooked them and I know he’d pass if offered elsewhere SO, in for a penny – in for a pound……it looks like we’re going to have to do a bit of cooking site surfing this week – for easy ways to cook them. Because in the cabin I’m limited to a microwave and a two ‘burner’ ceramic cooktop!
Getting there early bagged us a spot outside, pleasantly warm but windy. It’s not called ‘ Blowin’ Bowen’ for nothing 😊 (Shutters to block the wind not the sun – look through for a glimpse of Front Beach)
The place was renovated a few years ago – all a’la’ posh now, lots of white along with ‘colour’, hardly a speck of timber to be seen, supposedly ‘good food’ ….with high prices, (caesar salad in a wrap?) Professional Photo Link 👇
unfortunately to me (and yes call me old fashioned) being nothing like it was when we first ate/drank there – just after it was used as a set in the film Australia – it seems to have lost a lot of its country town flavour. The covered quirky outdoor ‘wet season’ smokers spot does make me smile though.
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Just as we were leaving I spotted this. If I was an artist I might be interested. Art classes with drinkies supplied Angela ~ this would put a smile on your face 😊
I really have been living my life under a rock This seemingly is world wide big business
it’s Wednesday – the day Kat from As Kat Knits hosts ‘Unraveled Wednesday ‘ …….that’s where you’ll find lots of knitting (and reading) to admire and think about.
I finally finished a couple of little shirts for the charity box – actually following the pattern this time by knitting and placing a collar. Something I’ve avoided instead preferring to work these ‘grandad necklines’ I’ll add buttons and fix the button band when we get home – and remind myself not to knit anymore rib patterns as my stitches never came even after frogging and reknitting 😟
One of those novels I’m sure many of you have read – one I’ve said to myself ‘you should’ but never have. Classed as a classic by the library in Bowen and that’s where I saw it (in the display I mentioned the other day).
I’m having the same ‘problem’ here as at home earlier in the year – pick a book, oh that looks interesting, two chapters – two pages in some cases, nope not for me. So I thought why not try something different- something unknown. So it came home with me.
A smallish book that had words (language, situations, ideas) I had to think about. I enjoyed it – and at the moment that’s all that matters.
I also found myself so engrossed I realised I was ‘acting out’ some of the things I was reading.
I looked at Miss Baker…..I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender small breasted girl with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body back at the shoulders like a young cadet
Straightening my spine and pulling my shoulders back – not recommended if you are non slender and large breasted😊
I glanced at ….and at Jordan who had begun to balance an invisible but absorbing object on the tip of her nose
Lifting my chin and looking down my nose wondering what I had balanced there – not recommended….makes you go cross eyed 😊
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A book and two woolies…..that’s me finished. Do pop over to Kat’s to see what she and other ‘unravelers’ have been up to
Well it seems that after the dummy spit by some members there was a resurgence of interest and green beanies plus various other coloured ones came flooding in….. I received this photo the other day. Not of the main tree but another one cobbled together with the ‘overflow’ – they were placed in the hallway of the community centre so anyone feeling the cold could ‘help themselves’ – seemingly all went to good homes……and because it had been such a good idea maybe we’d like to start knitting them again!
Somehow I think I’m going to have to think about this….but then, I do have some of the shamrock green left – enough to make at least 2 adult sized ones 😊
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A little postscript here – It Seems The Gremlins Are Back
it’s also a will I won’t I moment each time I go to comment recently. Doesn’t matter which platform I’m on – sometimes my comments go through/are accepted other times nothing happens and I’m left wondering. SO I’m not ignoring you or being a bit standoffish…..just feeling bewildered.
Big smiles all round (or rather, down the Highway) when I saw that just like last year, the ‘little yellow girls & boys’ were still working hard protecting road workers by indicating where overhead power lines were.
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From a distance I thought this was a real house gecko on the painted shed doors out the back of a Proserpine cafe – a laugh and a smile when I realised it was a decorative door handle
This is a real one! A smile when I saw it clinging on for dear life to a dusty window frame in another shop….followed by a frown. They are supposedly nocturnal so why was it out and about?
Murals are a ‘big thing’ in Bowen and this is one I hadn’t seen before. Another of those drive down an unfamiliar streets and get a surprise moments! Painted by James Ellis – the same young Brisbane street artist I mentioned last year.
Eye catching isn’t it. Well placed and visible from a distance. Playful dolphins make me smile any time I see them
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And finally a little scene from Rose Bay one morning last week Low tide, the seas were like a millpond – just right for kayak lessons on the shoreline I’m not sure who was going to have the most fun. Dad or the two littlies brandishing their paddles
Do pop over to EC’s and see what beautiful photos she has to share today. Sunday Selections– a place to share photos…..old and new
Many years ago (1972) not long after we arrived in Australia we were asked to a BBQ. BYO, the neighbour said, oh and bring a plate. Now I knew BYO meant bring your own drinks but being a new chum was mystified by ‘bring a plate’.
Some of the groups I belonged to previously (usually young wives/mums groups) had met in members homes and we were often asked to bring cups and plates to help out at morning coffee or supper time because in those days not many young families had oodles of crockery or cutlery,
So you can guess what we did the day of the BBQ – yes, we each turned up holding an empty plate – not a skerrick of food on them. Now if the neighbour had mentioned ‘shared food or potluck’ I’d have known what to do. Meat and salads or a sweet to share would have come along with us.
Meanings and origins of Australian words and idioms Bring a Plate An invitation to bring a plate of food to share at a social gathering or fundraiser. There are many stories of new arrivals in Australia being bamboozled by the instruction to bring a plate. As the locals know, a plate alone will not do. In earlier days the request was often ladies a plate, sometimes followed by gentlemen a donation (to the bar…understood) First recorded in the 1920s source
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There was a big grin on my face the day I first heard this joke Remembering the day of the empty plates 😊
The Blonde Cowboy
A Sheriff in a small town in Texas walks out into the street and sees a blonde haired cowboy coming towards him with nothing on but his cowboy hat, his gun and his boots.
He arrests him for indecent exposure. As he is locking him up he asks, ‘Why in the world are you walking around llike this?’
The cowboy says, ‘Well it’s like this Sheriff…
I was in this bar down the road and this pretty little red head asks me to go out to her motor home with her….
So I did.
We go inside and she pulls off her top and asks me to pull off my shirt….
So I did.
Then she pulls off her skirt and asks me to pull off my pants…
So I did.
Then she pulls off her panties and asks me to pull off my shorts….
So I did.
Then she gets on the bed and looks at me kind of sexy and says…
‘Now go to town cowboy’
‘And here I am!’
Bring a plate – Go to town…. Oh yes, it’s all in the understanding and interpretation of the words Have you ever misunderstood the words??
Here in Bowen the library might be smaller in size with not so many copies of each book but there are little touches I appreciate that don’t seem to be available at home….or if they are I’ve not noticed them😊
This whirly roundabout shelving has books from ‘series’ – not just the latest publication but all others from a popular series, and look (you might have to enlarge to see)……the library actually numbers them in the order they’re published You can see at a glance if the elusive one you’re hunting for is available.
And if you look at the top right hand square you’ll see another doodad holding books labelled as ‘Classics’….we might only have one copy I got told, they tend to get get lost – almost swamped in the main collection so they’re better off here where they can be found.
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Now for something different but just as pleasing. I know most of us are familiar with the little pictorial genre identifiers – those little coloured stickers on the spine. Seeing the red kangaroo makes me smile, my ‘local’ doesn’t use them, so when I see them on the shelves it means I can identify Aussie authors and books about/set in Australia without actually having one in mind. Big discoveries made this way!
Last month red kangaroos introduced me to novels by two more ‘new to me’ Australian authors. Both books covering two young Australian’s experiences during recent world wars Both enjoyable in their own special way.
Book blurb:-. Harry Fletcher is a confident young man. Harry’s sure that he will marry Nora MacTiernan, no matter what their families say. He’s certain that he will always be there to protect Eddie, the boy his father saved from the gutters of Port Adelaide. Only the War to End All Wars might get in the way of Harry’s plans… From the beaches of Semaphore to the shores of Gallipoli, the mud of Flanders to the red dust of inland South Australia, this is a story of love, brotherhood, and resilience.
Book blurb:-. 1943, Brisbane: The war continues to devastate and the battle for the Pacific threatens Australian shores. For Ellie O’Sullivan, helping the war effort means utilising her engineering skills for Qantas as they evacuate civilians and deliver supplies to armed forces overseas. Her exceptional logic and integrity attract the attention of the Central Bureau-an intelligence organisation working with England’s Bletchley Park codebreakers. But joining the Central Bureau means signing a lifetime secrecy contract. Breaking it is treason.
… … … … And then there’s this one I picked up the other day – Flames – Robbie Arnott. (Magical Realism Fantasy) Let’s just say it’s proving to be interesting’ 😊
Book blurb:- A young man named Levi McAllister decides to build a coffin for his twenty-three-year-old sister, Charlotte—who promptly runs for her life. A water rat swims upriver in quest of the cloud god. A fisherman named Karl hunts for tuna in partnership with a seal. And a father takes form from fire.
What’s been on your book shelf recently- anything interesting?