Above, happiness is a family bevie at the Birkenhead.
Ah…at last the Gang’s had time to post the final act of the Adelaide trip. (Ma’s been in town with some pals for a week so we’ve been otherwise engaged, giving them the full Canberra cultural tour…the poo being a certified highlight, of course.)
Anyhoo, the overriding reason for the jaunt to Adelaide was to catch up with the Debster and check out the set-up at Gate 8. The Gang, of course, is on the verge of moving back to Wyndham (by year’s end, yes!!) and consequently we’re on a mission to sniff around as many studios as possible before settling down to tackle our own. Nothing like some good old-fashioned industrial espionage, we reckon (there’s no point, after all, rushing out to buy equipment that (a) won’t do the job, (b) is superfluous to one’s needs, and/or (c) is a living nightmare to service…)
Not that Deb and Jess have made any mistakes, quite the contrary – they are the consummate professionals. So their studio, naturally, was on top of our ‘must-see workshops’ list. We loved the glass wall in the cold room – it’s not only practical but a perfect aesthetic solution given the historic nature of the building. In fact the ambience of the whole joint struck a seriously deep chord – we’re not into slick-modern, truth be told – and it was all a great joy to behold.
But of course there’s no such thing as a free lunch and as luck might(!) have it the Gang managed to turn up on the very weekend of a pre-planned working-bee. The main action was scheduled for the day we were leaving, so we rolled up our sleeves to do our bit (digging and preparation) the day before. Now we must confess that it’s been some time since we’ve had to put in a day of hard labour (no photos were taken, by request – it wasn’t a pretty sight) and by the end of the arvo we were so completely pooped that we had to take ourselves off to the Birkenhead for some bitterly colds and a restorative view.
The rest of the evening was Semaphore-centric; a walk to the Largs Pier Hotel (where ladies can watch the trots in the dunny, and we spied possibly the silliest decorative conceit we’ve ever seen) and then back along the beach to the sleepy main drag. Noice.
But there was yet one last treat before we were homeward bound – an early morning trip to the Port Market, set on a wharf and hemmed in by mangrove-fringed industrial wasteland. Loved it, and even sourced some top specimens for Nige’s pelican-oil-futures enterprise…no sign of Scuba Man, but you can’t have everything.
The last snaps of the roll were taken at the hairy port. Don’t know about you but the Gang has always found the similarity between a plane and a fish’s bum ‘ole ridiculously entertaining…enjoy…
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