The kids are growing up, The Stylist is off to high school next year and the need for parents to trot about in public rounding up strays and tying droopy shoe laces while filthy dishes congeal in the sink at home will drop off.
So I jumped at the chance to take in a bit of local history with The Stylist's class.

We're lucky this beautiful part of Brisbane's heritage is still standing. During the 1980s, the scandal-ridden state government of the day decided to pull it down after the discovery of a serious West Indian termite infestation.
Heritage groups kicked up a fuss and five years of work to treat the building and restore its interior saved it for us to enjoy today.



The kids thought their behavior rather amusing.




It must have been extremely challenging for Edward and his siblings to live in the shadow of their powerful mother.

It was wonderful to watch the children's faces as they enjoyed some of Brisbane's most magnificent architecture.
They were damned well behaved too, not that I expect kids to be seen and not heard, far from it in fact.



The gardens have been there since around 1864 and are home to rare and valuable flora. We suffered a 10-year drought starting in 2001 and it was terrible to see the suffering of such a beautiful park and gardens.
So many of the plants which thrived in our sub-tropical climate had to be removed and replaced with drought-tolerant species.
To me, the Gardens are valiantly recovering, but I can see evidence of the past stress.
Still very beautiful and peaceful though.




The council have created a beautiful new playground and there were six of these strange pods at different angles. Eeeek!

I've given up hope of getting any winter this year so I'll stop moaning and get on with enjoying my light frocks.
I wore vertical striped leggings the previous day, I so enjoyed extending the Franken-Frock theme to my legs for two days in a row.






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