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Yvette on Tour

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Leave of Distinction

For the first time in four years, I planned a trip to Newcastle purely for personal reasons.  My aunt, Wilma “Empress Wu” Simmons, had invited me to speak at her latest art exhibition opening, Leaves of Distinction, which was textile art about tea, so I took some annual leave and made a long weekend of it.

I flew on the day of the exhibition and started off thematically by having a cup of mint and lavender tissane at the Velocity Lounge.  This teapot was on display but it was just there to tease and I wasn’t allowed to brew in it. I landed mid morning while last minute preparations were made and well-deserved pampering at the hairdresser was being enjoyed.

We bought lunch at Market Town on the way home from the airport, and I wouldn’t have otherwise mentioned it except that the sushi rice was purple.  In an unbelieveble turn of events, I don’t actually have a photo of my lunch for once *audience gasps* so I can’t share it with you.  But it was the colour of the outside of an eggplant.  I kid you not.

I spent the afternoon tweaking my speech and then it was time to head to the gallery.  Timeless Textiles’s new address is the old police station and lockup.  Leaves of Distinction was the first exhibition to occupy this new (old) space. I met up with my cousin who was there to provide moral support to both me and her mother. I had a meander through the exhibition before everyone arrived and soaked it in.

I didn’t think I could do a better job at explaining the artwork than the actual artist could so I have used her words to caption my photos. Title : Red Zinger Sky 1,2,3
Description: Mixed media collage with eco print and stitching on khadi paper (inspired by Elizabeth Bunsen)
Technique : Sandwiched eco print with leaves and red zinger tea bags
Materials : khadi paper, silk, wool, tea bag paper, embroidery thread, eucalypt leaves, red zinger tea bags, stretched canvas, fibre paste. bark. Titles : Assam Bold 1, 2 and 3
Description : – Art Dolls/Mixed media sculptures inspired by Assam Bold tea and the old practices of expert tea tasters. The Masters can be a set of three or separate, as each has its own story.
• Machine and hand stitched clothing featuring the use of tea bag paper in various ways.
• Tea dyed silk and cotton
• Tea dyed handmade silk cords
• Sculpted polymer clay head, hands and feet,
• Wrapped wire armature
Materials: Tea dyed silk and cotton, tea bag paper, raffia, polymer clay, aluminium wire and foil, metal weights Assam Bold 1 Assam Bold 1 & 2 Assam Bold 3 Title : Tea Travels 4 – Mando PNG
Tea Travels 5 – Mando PNG
Tea Travels 6 – Mando PNG
Description : Mixed media collage photo silk organza/chiffon print , tea bags and stitching
Technique: Digitally manipulated photos printed onto silk organza or chiffon and tea bags applied to stretched canvas with hand stitching, sculptured head.
Materials: silk organza or chiffon, tea bag paper, Perle thread, air dry clay. Camomile Tea, Cat and Tea, and Owls and Tea Title : Owls and Tea
Description : Art doll /mixed media sculpture, inspired by the Edward Lear limerick :
There was an old man of Dumbree,
Who taught little owls to drink tea;
For he said, ‘To eat mice,
Is not proper or nice’
That amiable man of Dumbree.
Techniques :
• Machine and handstitched clothing
• Tea dyed fabrics
• Sculpted and painted polymer clay figures
Materials : Tea dyed fabrics, tea bag paper, wool fabric, wool roving, stretch cotton fabric , polymer clay, acrylic paint aluminium wire and foil, aluminium tea pot and china miniatures. Title : Cat and Tea
There was an old man on the Border,
Who lived in the utmost disorder;
He danced with the cat, and made tea in his hat,
Which vexed all the folks on the Border.
• Needle felting (cat)
Materials : Tea dyed fabrics, tea bag paper, wool fabric, wool roving, stretch cotton fabric , polymer clay aluminium wire and foil, aluminium tea pot and china miniature. Title : Camomile Tea
There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;
When that did not agree,
He took Camomile Tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna.
• Machine and handstitched clothing – vest created from tea bag paper attached to wool fabric and machine stitched in a grid pattern
• Fabrics overdyed with tea
• Decoupage with tea bags
Materials : Upcycled tea dipped fabrics, tea bag paper, wool fabric, wool roving, stretch cotton fabric , polymer clay aluminium wire and foil, china tea pot and miniatures. Title : Tea Travels 1: Port Macquarie, NSW
Tea Travels 2 Port Macquarie, NSW Tea Travels 3 Kellarilampi, Finland
Description : Mixed media collage – photo on organza and stitched tea bags.
Technique: Digitally manipulated photos printed onto organza applied to stretched canvas
with hand stitched tea bags.
Materials: silk organza, tea bags, embroidery thread, stretched canvas, texture paste, acrylic paint Title: August Moon 1 – 4
West Lake Hangzhou, China
Wild Goose Pagoda Xian, China
St Stephan’s, Passau, Germany
Central Hall, Birmingham, England
Mixed media collage – photo on organza, tea bags and hand stitching
Technique: Digitally manipulated photo print on organza, applied to tea dyed stretched canvas with hand stitching and stamping.
Materials: silk organza, tea bags, stranded cotton thread/Perle thread, stretched canvas
Title : Book of Leaves
Description: Eco dyed and eco print book with poetry inspired by nature
Techniques Sandwich dyeing with leaves, turmeric and tea bags -and hand stitching
Wool and tea bag covers with hand made silk cords and boulder opal feature
Materials : khadi paper, boulder opal, watercolour paper, wool, silk and beeswax.
Title Book of Seasons
Description: Eco dyed and eco print book
Techniques Sandwich dyeing with leaves and tea bags -and hand stitching
hand made silk cords and silk prints
Materials : khadi paper, , watercolour paper, wool, silk and printed images beeswax. Title : Lu Tong’s Seven
Description: Art doll inside a Chinese tea cup with a hand written copy of a tea poem by Lu Tong
toward the sacred island. – Lu Tong (795－835 A.D.) (trans. Christopher Nelson*)
Technique – art dolls made from tea dyed silk and cotton, with hand stitching and polymer clay faces.
Materials – tea dyed silk, tea dyed cotton, stablishing material, fibre fill, polymer clay, embroidery thread Three of Lu Tong’s Seven Title : Bohea
Description : Art doll /mixed media sculpture, inspired by Bohea tea and a poem by Elizabeth Darcy Jones
Lapsang’s brother is a seer…
he’s up at dawn to light a fire
he is souchong
he is withdrawn
this is Bohea…
• Machine and hand stitched clothing –
• Tea dyed fabric
• Wrapped wire armature Materials:
Tea dyed cotton, tea bags, polymer clay, aluminium wire and foil, vintage teapot. Lady Grey
Rose Keemun
Masala Chai
Description : – Art Dolls/Mixed media sculptures inspired blended tea.
• Machine and hand stitched clothing
• Tea dyed lace, silk and cotton
• Sculpted head – cloth over clay – coloured with pencils and fine tipped felt pens and gel pens.
• Cloth body
Materials : Tea dyed silk and cotton, wool, air dry clay, stabilising material, fibre fill. Tea Thoughts Tea Thought Wilma with Tea and Owls Title : Solitary Tea
Description : Photo – Jane See
Mixed media collage – photo print on organza, tea bags handwritten poem and stitching
Technique: Digitally manipulated photo printed onto organza and tea bags applied to stretched canvas with hand stitching. Original calligraphy printed hand writing on tea bags
Materials : organza, tea bags, stretched canvas, gel medium embroidery thread
Sipping Tea in the Shade
Description : Photo – Su See
Mixed media collage – photo print on silk organza, tea bags handwritten poem and stitching
Technique: Digitally manipulated photo printed onto organza and tea bags applied to stretched canvas with hand stitching, stamped tea bags
Between Dinner and Tea
Description : Photo – Rose Sophia Redrup
with her “husband”, Walter Jones and son, James Alfred Jones.
Background – a page from a United Suffragettes Association broadsheet,
Quotation ( Hannah Mitchell), from a display in the People’s Museum,Manchester UK
Mixed media collage – photo prints on silk organza and tea bag paper hand and stitching
Technique: Photo and photo copy printed onto silk organza and tea bags applied to stretched canvas with hand stitching
Materials : organza, tea bags, buttons, stretched canvas, Perle embroidery thread
Description : Photo – Mary Jane Simmons (nee Russell)
Background – from a pamphlet, advertising a political meeting

I regretted not getting a better photo of the last set of work.  Jane See and Su See where my great-great grandmothers.

My aunt provides a great explanation of the content and artistic processes used in the exhibition in this short film, so you don’t just have to rely on my interpretation.

Soon, the who’s who of textiles in Newcastle were starting to arrive and it was time to open the evening.  I was introduced by Anne, the owner of Timeless Textiles, with a bio that I wrote myself:

Yvette Griggs is the niece and goddaughter of this exhibition’s creator and, sharing her aunt’s artistic passion, creates digital artworks under the name “de la souris d’Yvette” (from the mouse of Yvette).

Not yet daring enough to quit her day job, Yvette also has an honours degree in Computer Systems Engineering and works as a Railway Signalling Engineer, warming up for speaking at tonight’s event by recently presenting a technical paper at the Thales Axle Counter User Group Seminar in Frankfurt.

Yvette’s favourite teas are French Earl Grey and Jasmine Pearls, and she is the creator of the widely unknown cocktail, the South Brisbane Iced Tea. And then I began my speech… My mother is Wilma’s little sister.  Two birthday’s ago, my mother gave Wilma a book called “Distinguished Leaves – Poems for tea-lovers”. And this book inspired her to see the humble cup of tea as a topic that should be creatively explored through textiles and art dolls.
My mother, as the giver of the book that started it all, and an avid tea drinker herself, was invited to address you tonight but unfortunately she’s in Dublin at the moment attending a Mercy pilgrimage, so I’m afraid, you’re stuck with Plan B.  (You can read about her travels here).

Elizabeth Darcy Jones is the author of Distinguished Leaves.
I had initially though that Elizabeth Darcy Jones was the nome du plume of a keen Jane Austen fan but this is actually her real name, and she is a real person – a close personal friend of Stephen Fry no less, which just adds more weight to her credibility.
Her book contains 40 delightful poems exploring the history and characters of tea, coining the portmanteau “poetea” in her own introduction.

Lady EDJ, as she refers to herself in her twitter handle, may be the ‘House Poet’ for Beatons Tearooms and Bookshop in Tisbury, but she is certainly not the first to express her tea obsession in verse.

Wei Yingwu, an 8th century Tang Dynasty poet composed “The Joy of Growing Tea in my Garden” describing tea as a pure spiritual liquid “for drinking it expunges dust and woe”.

14th century Japanese luminary, Gidoo Shuushin, held a similar reverence for tea, reflecting in verse,

“ I received a small brick of tea
And sipping it, felt cool; I can do with the wind as I will.
Why should I need paradise?
My whole body is floating amid the white clouds.”

Asia is considered the birth place of tea, and classically oriental tea is quite different to the black english breakfast that most of us brew as a standard.
When Dutch merchants attempted to export chinese tea all the way back to the west, in the lusious green state that it was sold in china, they found that it didn’t survive the damp conditions and long journey.
Chinese tea makers had to experiment with allowing the tea to blacken before drying, which produces the “barbarian” tea that was to become popular all over europe by the mid 1600s.

But the differences in tea processing style haven’t meant that europeans favour tea any less than their Asian bretheren.
Our favourite Anglophone authors have penned odes to tea as well.
Rudyard Kipling, T.S. Eliot, Thomas Hardy, Edward Lear, just to drop a few names.
In fact Rudyard Kipling’s cuppa was so dear to him that his poem recounting an incident of a kettle cracking ends with the line “The bottom is out of the Universe!”

Tea is not limited to merely being the subject of poetry – the drinking of this drink can be a muse in itself.

The Song Dynasty has been described as the romantic period of tea drinking.
The social elite of this time were preoccupied with the seeking of pleasure and luxury – qualities strongly associated with a refined beverage such as tea.
During this period, many tea houses were established all over china to allow for public tea drinking and socialising.
Song tea houses were not just the places to be seen, but also provided a venue for the writing and reciting of poetry.

And tea’s ability to hydrate the creative juices of humanity is not just confined to literature.

For centuries, artisans have crafted beautiful vessels – cups, saucers, pots, creamers, jugs, bowls – to allow tea to be enjoyed to its full potential by all of the senses.
Artistic Yixing clay teapots, first crafted in the Song dynasty, are sculpted with nature-inspired adornments and are assigned particular colours depending on the type of tea they will be used for brewing. This style of teapot is still sold today and can be worth more than $3000.

As tea’s rapture spread across the globe, different styles of decorative embellishment on tea drinking implements became synomous with the tea drinking experience.
Although not technically limited to decorating teapots, my favourite crockery pattern, without a doubt, is Willowware.
My grandmother has an enviable willowware collection Some of Grandma’s Willowware collection can be seen underneath all the Christmas in this photo

and as a tween, I was taught to identify the blue and white hallmarks – the willow tree, the bridge, the enchanted lovers turned into birds – all knowledge imparted with an extra strong bushels with soy milk and 2 lumps – my grandmother’s standard brew.

Not only are works created to facilitate the consumption of tea, but the sacred acts of preparing and drinking tea are depicted in visual art.

Spring Morning in the Han Palace, a famous scroll painting by 16th century Ming Dynasty artist, Qiu Ying, shows ladies of the court engaging in fine literari preoccupations such as playing musical instruments, picking flowers, chasing butterflies, playing chess, dancing, gossiping, bribing artists to paint their portraits less realistically, and, most importantly brewing tea. Although not depicted as often as semi-nude biblical characters, tea drinkers and tea drinking implements are reasonably prevalent in European paintings from the 17th century onwards, capturing the habits of the time.

Sharing a penchant for willoware with my grandmother, English genre and sometimes pre-raphealite artist George Dunlop Leslie features a willoware teaset in his 1894 painting, simply entitled “Tea”. A domestic servant with a strawberry shortcake style mop cab and an english rose complexion, pours tea for the viewer, giving us a glimpse of the simple joys of English life at the time.
The theme of Leslie’s works at this stage was to highlight the sunny side of english domestic life and its not surprising that the drinking of tea features not only in this piece but in others in his collection.

In Leaves of Distinction, you will see that Wilma has crafted a unique blend of tea and art, which echoes a long tradition of humanity’s love affair with tea.

But why do we have such a strong and long lasting affinity with this beverage?

All tea comes from the same species of plant, Camellia sinensis.

But, you may wonder, as I did upon reading this fact, how can this be, teas are so different, so individual, so varied, how can they possibly be from the same species?

Different teas are picked at different times of the year, from different parts of the plant and undergo different processing and preparation.

Varieties of tea are different ages, are grown in different places, are nurtured in different ways, look different, and act in different ways when they get in hot water.

Does this remind you of another species?

Perhaps humans are so universally enamored with our tea because we see similar characteristics, unique and bespoke like our own, like those Wilma has brought to life in this exhibition.

There are so many teas to encounter, and even with our very individual tastes, perhaps there is a perfect tea for us all – a soul tea if you will.

Whether you are the sort of barbarian (like me) who would sacrilegiously spoil a tea with milk and biscuit crumbs or are the type of tea aficionado who measures water temperature to decimal degrees to ensure optimal behaviour of your unfurling leaves, I hope you enjoy Leaves of Distinction tonight and may the teas be ever in your flavour.

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Sonnet of Small Moments

In an effort to try to understand why I don’t just blog immediately after things happen, I have attempted to write a sonnet of explanation, recalling small moments that aren’t in themselves worthy of a whole blog… And now for some further explanation…

Dear blogger, why does space betwixt posts grow?
Dear reader, so many small moments passed…

These bubble photos were taken at Aidan and Em’s house where there is a bubble maker for the entertaining of little ones.  Though, sometimes, they find other things to do that are more fun… I became friends with Hercule Poirot

I treated myself to a ticket to see The Last Confession, starring, amongst others, David Suchet.  Mr Suchet is most often recognised for his incredibly long running tenure as Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot.  I had read that as a teenager Mr Suchet had been shunned by a particular comedian after being approached for an autograph and that experience had meant that now that he was a famous actor, he would always take time for his fans.  Which gave me the opportunity to stalk him after the play.  Poirot, as some of you may know (and others of you may deduce) has a little french-ish voice.  The Cardinal in The Last Confession had a booming, solemn voice.  Neither of these was Mr Suchet’s actual voice, which was British and charming – he teased me about introducing myself as “Yvette with a Y” and suggested that we take “a little piccy” to remember the occasion.  I’m a Poirot Fangirl for life now! I didn’t admire a musical’s cast

My school’s production when I was in Year 8 was Into the Woods.  I played in the orchestra.  I loved it.  I loved it all – the costumes, the music, the story, the Sondhiem, the quickly-but-strongly-forged adolescent friendships, the independence, the theatre. So when I see something that will remind me of that time, I indulge myself and this time I bought tickets for a production at the Conservatorium.   This time, though, it didn’t work.  The character characters were trying to be too beautiful, the narrator was trying to be too cocky and everyone was trying too hard.  It became a desperate story of infertility and loss rather than a jolly romp with some cheeky innuendo.  I did like the cow puppet though…  2 out of 5 magic beans.

Made a roast with crackle like salt bubbles

When I visited my parents in Townsville, I was put in charge of cooking a pork roast.  Mmmmm roast.

Fair engineeresses supped on high tea

The Queensland Women in Engineering branch held a career development session which was also a high tea in the Brisbane Arcade.  It was just lovely, and the decor was only verging on gaudy.

James Squires opened to help your troubles

After years of waiting, the space under the Convention Centre finally opened, and lo and behold; it was a James Squire’s Brewery, which expanded along the street front.  It begins with a coffee and breakfast nook, then the kitchen, showing various roast meats on offer, then a posh restaurant, then a bar with a bar menu and then another bar upstairs with all the brewing vats visible behind glass.  Upon finding out they served pulled pork, I was sold.

No felicity can match a onsie

In order to make Toby feel more at ease, we had a spontaneous onsie party when looking after him.  I am not entirely sure it had the desired effect.

House points were won for cancer expenses

My friend, and Jedi-master, Leesa held a trivia night entitled “It’s All Geek to Me” in order to raise money for women’s cancers.  While this is very important, the best thing about the night was that I got to dress up in my Hogwarts gear again.  Davey also made an appearance as Arthur Dent, one of the simplest, but geekiest, costumes around. Bill and Hayley also dressed up.  Hayley had gone to significant effort to create her Sailor Moon costume, right down to painting shoes the right colour and she was understandably miffed when Bill won a prize because he had given himself a Tony Stark goatee with a permanent marker.

I also won the silent auction for a painting called Un, Deux, Trois Bicycletts which is now hanging in my bedroom: From yonder window I did spy a boat

Sometimes I get distracted by the view from my office.  This time it was warranted because there was not just a boat, but a paddle boat.

Chai tea, infused, consumed Toby’s senses

Toby wasn’t too sure about Masala Chai tea but he did jump up to the bar to have a sniff.  I think he prefers Stockholm Black, which is not surprising given who his parents are.

And hens drank drinks in which some “things” did float

I attended some hens drinks for one of the lovely ladies at work who was getting married.  Someone decided that novelty straws were required.

After four years, we left the street of Grey
I fear my right brain is still packed away

After four years at the Arbour on Grey, we moved to another apartment, still in the South Bank vicinity.  It’s a two bedroom, on the penthouse level, with beautiful views of Queenslanders nested in trees and a stone church.

And seeing as a change is as good as a holiday, and this is a travel blog, I’m going to share an excessive number of photos of my new apartment and view with you, given that this move is a major contributor to my chronic blog delay. 4 years ago Short URL 1 Comment



Double Newcastle on the Rocks

Almost as soon as I returned from the Granite Belt, I found myself in Newcastle again.  I won’t bore you with all the details of my work trip, but as always, the meals and the locations in which these were consumed were memorable.

Ever a creature of habit, I requested that we have breakfast at our usual place – Goldbergs on Darby Street – where I always have the savoury mince with poached eggs.

For lunch, we had burgers at the Mereweather Surf Club overlooking the water. I was staying overnight at the Crowne Plaza so it seemed a waste not to have dinner in the restaurant with my colleague, Dominy. Being the introvert that I am, it is my usual policy not to engage in unnecessary small talk with fellow passengers, but the fellow who was sitting next to me on my return flight was pretty chatty, and with no agenda other than wanted to share in his good news of how much he gets paid working for a Hunter Valley coal mine and what he was doing on his holiday to the Sunshine Coast.  Very, very fortunately, because I had developed a rapport with my row-mate, when I absent-mindedly left my iPad in the seat pocket and charged off to the air-train, he actually handed it in and had the hosties me called back to the gate.  So it seems that acting like a human being does have its uses.

Two weeks later, on a Thursday, I returned to Newcastle for a little bit of the usual work that I do, but also an Institution of Railway Signal Engineers Technical Meeting on Friday and Saturday.

Once, again, I insisted on Goldbergs for breakfast, convincing at least one of my colleagues to hop on the savoury mince bandwagon.

In the afternoon, I went for a shopping mission along Darby Street to find a birthday present for my Aunt, who I would see on Saturday.  Darby Street is certainly full of quirky gift and clothing shops, but one thing that it is lacking is pedestrian crossings.  Without a targetted shopping plan, I found that I wanted to cross the street to a new and shiny shop on the other side, quite frequently, but was held up by the impending danger of traffic all the time.  I did find a suitable gift – a set of portable Japanese crockery in the shape of a Geisha (or possibly a Maiko, she did look quite young). For dinner we also returned to the restaurant at the Crown Plaza, where the waitress remembered Dominy and I from the fortnight before.

On Friday, the view of the harbour was magical, like a mix of blue and pink fairy floss.  We walked along the foreshore to the conference center, where we could still enjoy the view. We listened to some papers about signalling optimisations in the Hunter Valley Corridor – one project upgraded electrical train staff sections with some computer-based interlockings.  This would be like replacing a telegraph machine with a Nokia 3310 (but not quite as advanced as getting an iPhone 6).

As much as I like to tease the Mexicans (railway term meaning “those that are south of the border”) about their antiquated systems, they seems to be doing some interesting things regarding their integrated coal chain management.

I apologise for the lack of photos but as a rule, if I need to refresh my memory regarding the technical papers, I just look at the USB stick from the show bag.  Some of my colleagues, however, do actually take a photograph on their digital SLR cameras of every single slide presented to them.  It’s sort of like digital hoarding.  I did end up taking one photo from the papers, and that was the IRSE shield with a mentor showing his protégé “the way”, or at least that’s the way it was explained to me… At lunch, I was given the opportunity to push my cause – that is, establishing an Australasian Younger Members committee for the IRSE.  The flyer below had actually originally read “Call for Younger Members” but that sounded too much like we wanted to get rid of the old members, which is not really the aim, at least not right now 😛 My colleague, Kanwar, is the type of fit individual who is mindful of the number of steps he takes in a day.  So, after a morning of sitting and listening, Andrew, Kanwar and I walked up the Wharf Tower, which, for those of you playing at home, is 40.3m high, 180 steps and closed in bad weather. The view from the top was very picturesque, with the weather being as it was in perpetual sunset mode, although it was obscured quite a bit by vandals’ scratches on the glass. I couldn’t remember it being that bad the last time I was there, so I went back and looked at my photos from about 12 years ago but all you can really tell is that the camera that I have now on my phone is far superior to my dedicated film camera in early 2003. In the afternoon, we listened to some more papers.  The one that stood out in my mind was one presented by a psychologist about the complicated relationship of train drivers with the red aspect.

After an interlude for the committee members to have their meeting, we got scrubbed up to attend dinner overlooking the foreshore. Dinner was lovely, as it always is at IRSE functions and we carried on into the night.  Did you know that you can’t buy shots in Newcastle but you can buy rum on the rocks without rocks?  Actually, I’m just going to leave it at that…

Due to a number of people pulling out of the technical visit all of us were able to attend even though we booked a little late.  The first stop was the Newcastle Signalling Box, which I would describe as “very vintage”.  It’s still manually operated by mini-levers.  It’s just incredible! We also visited the combined coal chain facility. And a training centre where all of the outside signalling equipment was set up inside. After we had gotten all the signalling out of the way, we were rewarded with a trip to Bob’s Farm, the home of Murray’s Craft Brewing Company.  It took me a little time to warm to the idea of a beer following the previous night but I twisted my own arm, and settled for a stout with my lunch. Our magical mystery bus drove us back to the city, passing some lovely views of the river. In the evening, I stayed the night at my aunt and uncle’s where I was very conveniently there for my aunt’s birthday.  And so was the rest of the family! This was the first time that I had noticed that Facebook knows my friends by sight now.  Creepy or revolutionary?  Still not sure… On Sunday, we had a lazy morning and then visited Timeless Textiles (a textile and art gallery) and explored some antique shops looking for pre-loved teapots for my aunt’s impending art exhibition.

I flew home in the afternoon and managed not to leave my iPad, or any other devices, on the plane this time.  Flight win!

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Darby Street/Hunter Valley coal/Institution of Railway Signal Engineers Technical Meeting/IRSE/Mereweather Surf Club/Newcastle





