St John's Cathederal. Very lovely. Star was singing with a sadly depleted choir for the lunch time concert on Thursday.
Between school holidays & work commitments most of the performance hardened choristers were missing. As my mother has hopscotched it to England for 6 weeks we didn't go away these hols so Star found herself holding down the thirds on her own ~ which would have been less of a problem if the newer members had not had so much stage fright. Perhaps luckily there was a large crowd making a terrific din in the side aisle after an earlier event.
I found myself escorting the representative for the Murray Island choir that Alison has been working with & found he knew the cousins of mine who worked at Bamaga for years & years. Small world.
Star & I were mighty pleased to be back at the jetty safely. One way or another Brisbane was worse than usual. Grey street sent us on a wild detour &, unusually, Star got in rather a flap. She only just made her call time. On the plus side I got free parking. Then, for some strange reason, Brisbane traffic seemed determined to wipe us out yesterday. No. It was not Star's driving. She did very well but she was rather upset with the bus that decided it wanted to be in her lane when she was already using the space it wanted! Perhaps we were in his blind spot. Perhaps he just didn't look but it was a closer call than either of us liked.
Aren't the Welcome Swallows delightful. The nests are messy & they do like to nest under the eves along all the jetties but we get great delight in watching the chicks grow up. These ones are nearly ready to fly & will soon join the adults that dart in & out of the oyster laden pylons of the jetty.