Back in the saddle again.. after a twenty year hiatus I spent a weekday afternoon under and epic sky trotting through Southeast Queensland Country at the Spicers Hidden Vale property.
I admit I was a tad nervous, but I said a little prayer to my horseriding forefathers to ask for some horse wisdom as I had a hungry one who’d continually stop and consume the local flora. Every time he’d bend down for a feast I feared a face plant into the sod below. Someone must have been listening out of pitty because I eventually got into it and mastered the reigns so to speak.
Ok, mastered might be generous, but I did get the hang of it enough to enjoy my surroundings. I think I quadrupled my Kangaroo in the wild sightings (wild vs zoo - very important to differentiate) and everytime I couldn’t help but point, like my 7year self would have done on the horse, and exclaim ‘roo!’ as though it was my first one. Not sure when that will get old, but I don’t see it happening anytime soon.
I’m pretty lucky on the work front, and most recently I had the chance to go hot air ballooning… it was amazing and was definitely worth the 3:30am wakeup call.
The sunrise was absolutely stunning, and it was almost nostalgic to see all the fields in various shades of green and dotted with meandering cows. I suppose that was until I saw a posse of kangaroos hopping about. It was quite funny actually, the kangaroos were either completely confused or perhaps amazed by the balloon. They’d be bouncing through the fields, see the big bright balloon over head, stop in their tracks and just stare until we were well passed. I think I quadrupled my kangaroo sightings.
I was a little anxious at first, but it all happened so fast I didn’t have time to think about it, within 15 seconds of actually getting into the basket we were up in the air. And the landing, well, we appeared to be coming down at quite a clip, and I anticipated a bit of a thud, but I would characterise it more as a slight tap. I was utterly impressed, best parking I’ve experience via any mode of transport bar none.
We have come a long way from our days of camping in a teeny tiny tent and have fully embraced the go big or go home mentality of Aussie camping. After a full on week at work, my hubby and I drove up to Coolum, Sunshine Coast for a relaxing weekend away.
We arrived in the rain, but the next day we woke to a blue sky and the hot summer sun beaming down on us. We were on the beach by 9am, with lunch in the cooler, new picnic blanket in tow and about a gallon of sunscreen. The waves were a little intense so my ocean dips were a little sporadic, I opted to lounge on the beach being intellectual and reading up on all things non-important in the world (if you know what I mean).
We packed up around 3pm to go grab a drink and stroll the esplanade. It was around this time that I noticed the rosy colour emitting from the crevices of our bodies. Josh continued to justify his rosy red chest and back was a result of him ‘scratching’, I on the other hand was not so naive. I quickly realised that the bendy parts of my lower half we becoming more tight and shall we say sensitive as a result of a proper searing from the Australian summer sun. I had diligently applied and reapplied and reapplied some more, however the shifting bathing suit exposed some body elements that were virgins to the sun’s rays.
So I now have a deep red patch on either bum cheek, upper upper upper thighs, and the backs of my knees(?) - which has inevitably made every up down movement extra painful and archaically slow. Sunscreen companies could use my body as a successful product sample as I am nice and tanned in areas with proper finger marks to showcase the divide between suncreened areas and those who missed out on the application. (Josh likes to point those out quite frequently because - well it just looks plain odd).
Needless to say, Josh and I were both semi-frightened by the sun so opted to shade it up on Sunday and head home for some time in front of the fan. And today….well I am just plain itchy - which of course doesn’t make me the most glamorous person, as there is no real way to delicately scratch your behind.