NOW TO CONTINUE

Since the activities of the last posting much has been happening.
To begin with we decided to press on to Brisbane northern suburbs and our family in Murrumba Downs; by now it was August 13th and in no time we were sailing up the Bruce Highway waving metaphorically to Leanne as we went past and on toward Caboolture Showground to park the van while we sussed out the lay of the backyard at Alana St. No room at Caboolture, so we went further and ended up at a very expensive-overpriced ($35 p/night) Caravan Park at the Glass House Mountains whose facilities were disgusting, far below those we had experienced on our journey, I could not get away from that situation fast enough. Anyway needless to say we wasted no time in getting back to M/Downs to catch up with Leanne and co. Friday is Pizza night and Jessica came over on her way home and it was a wonderful reunion.
So on Sunday we went to Bribie Island for a barbeque lunch and in the ensuing 3-4 weeks after we moved to the Gourlay back yard in a delicate manoeuvre to avoid the house guttering, we did things together with our family and I for one was in my seventh heaven.
John helped Scott with projects around the house building a new section of fence and a gate, fitting a skylight in the kitchen and installing a windmaster to expel the hot air. Took the 2 girls to a Powderfinger concert in a city park and went to Southbank for dinner (spoiled by rain) went about with the girls to some of their activities. During this time Amelia had a small bingle in her Toyota seca and her grandfather was able help her with some of his expertise about bodyworks etc. and ferried her to some of her many activities – university studies + 3 part time jobs.
On 9th September I flew home to attend the Dragons Abreast inaugural Australian Convention and activities on the Huon River and at Franklin. Once again I was in my seventh heaven catching up with my Hobart family and my good Dragon friends and the joy of seeing so much pink clothing in the one place and enjoy some paddling, unfortunately the weather was not in the mood to be kind and it was unseasonably cold, windy and rainy, the bureau stated it was the worst September weather for decades, too dangerous for the interstate Dragons to paddle, so I was glad to have had a paddle on my first Saturday home. We were able to attend all of the workshops which were planned at The Woolstore, and the visitors were impressed with our location for the dinner at Royal Hobart Yacht Club, spectacularly overlooking the bay with lights twinkling and Wrest Point glittering.
HHo