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Weekend Coffee Share – 14th October, 2019.

Welcome to Another Weekend Coffee Share!

Tonight, I can offer you a slice of apple pie, which my husband Geoff brought back from Bilpin today. Bilpin, which is known as “Land of the Mountain Apple” is a small town in the Blue Mountains, west of Sydney.

Above: Sunrise at the campground, Bathurst.

Geoff stopped at Bilpin on his way home from Bathurst Supercars Championship. Geoff and our son had met up with family and camped near the track and had grand stand seats.  They were only metres away from the start of the race and the atmosphere must’ve been electric. Nothing beats being there.

Meanwhile, my daughter and I were back home. She had dance commitments and car racing isn’t my scene for that length of time and the cost involved.


However, the car-racing contingent had a fabulous time.  Our son was apparently in seventh heaven and gets off on the stench of burning rubber and the roaring thunder of all those V8 Supercars zooming round the track. The oldies were taking a bit too long to get moving in the mornings. So, he’d make his own way down to the track and catch a few extra races. As you can see from the photo, he also managed to meet up with his favourite driver, David Reynolds.

Jon & Dave Reynolds

Unfortunately, the results of the race are currently in limbo after stewards slapped the winning team with a team orders rule breach charge.

Meanwhile, on Saturday our daughter was appearing in her dance school’s dance team production. The production had three different acts and our daughter appeared in two. The first act was their rendition of George Ballanchine’s Serenade. It was so incredible that it almost made me tremble inside. I was mesmerized simply by the way the flowing dresses almost glowed with a luminescence under lights. So much of our modern word is fast moving, but this was much more serene with the movement seemingly slowed down. Unfortunately, after only seeing it once, I can’t remember details only the emotions it roused and this sense of being in absolute awe of how well these young women could dance. I have since watched the New York Ballet perform Serenade (on Youtube of course) and these young women can hold their heads high. Unfortunately, I don’t have any footage to share from our production, but you can click Here to see it performed by the New York City Ballet.

Margaret & Edward Quailey

Margaret O’Neill and Edward Quealy/Quailey. They’re my Great Great Grandparents. 

Meanwhile, in between driving our daughter to rehearsals, I have thrown myself back into my family history research. A few months ago, the son of my grandfather’s cousin got in touch and when I checked my notes, they were in a terrible mess. I’d managed to trace this side of the family back to an Edward Quailey/Quealy who married Margaret O’Neil in New Zealand in 1881 and they moved to Sydney in the next year or so. Anyway, I ordered Edward’s death certificate, and this showed he came from Lisheenfroor, Moyarta, Kilrush County Clare. It also showed that his parents were Thomas Quealy and Bridget Haugh. So, I was able to spend a few days deeply immersed in data without really finding out terribly much. However, it does feel like I got to meet every other Quealy family in the district.

I don’t know what all this research tells me. With this particular branch of the family, they seemingly moved into an Irish enclave in Sydney and their children mostly married people of Irish descent. This makes sense in a way. However, I also have Aboriginal family members and that puts a different slant on things. This Ireland which was transplanted onto the the Antipodes, was Aboriginal land. Well, at least it used to be. BTW we also have an Irish Famine orphan who was brought out to Australia, Bridget Donovan. She married and Englishman and two of her sons partnered with Aboriginal women. So, it’s interesting to see how the immigrant experience can vary. That we’re all individuals. That said, some go with the flow, while others blaze their own trail.

Meanwhile, it’s meant to be Spring here, but the only signs of Spring, seem to be the dogs losing their coats. The pups are largely short-haired and the damage isn’t too bad. On the other hand, we’re surprised Lady still has any fur left. In the last week alone, we’ve brushed off enough fur to create a second dog and what with the cold snaps, I thought she might be wanting it all back. It’s actually been uncharacteristically cold and the guys were freezing up at Bathurst. No doubt, I’ll be complaining about the heat soon enough. It’s no doubt just waiting round the corner.

How has your week been? I hope it’s gone well.

This has been another contribution to the Weekend Coffee Share hosted by  Eclectic Ali. We’d love you to pop round and join us.

Best wishes,




Weekend Coffee Share August 14, 2016.

If we were having coffee today, would you be game enough to join me on the wild side for a Beetroot Coconut Chocolate Latte at Terrigal Beach? Since I usually go for a stock standard Cappuccino, trying this was the cafe equivalent of extreme sports. However, watching Masterchef has extended my palate and beetroot featured regularly on the show and we even have some growing in our veggie patch. I really loved it with it’s smooth,velvety texture and it tasted fantastic. Who would have thought?  The closest I’ve come to having something like this before, was a divine Coconut Chai Latte in Sydney’s Surry Hills and that cafe’s closed down. I am still grieving.

How has your week been? I hope things have gone well!

Mack Horton with Flag

Have you been watching the Olympics? Even though I’m not into sport, I’m loving the coverage, especially the back stories of the athletes. Of course, you don’t expect a gold medal to arrive on a platter but these stories are so encouraging. I also enjoyed Day 1 when Australia was at the top of the medal tally and watching Australian swimmer Mack Horton take out gold followed by the Women’s 4 x 100 relay. I really felt for the Campbell sisters when they missed out on medals in subsequent races.

Spring has arrived with glorious sunshine, muted blue skies and explosions of golden wattle glowing through the bush.Even though it doesn’t get that cold during Winter, there’s still that temptation to hibernate and in the last week, it’s been like the doors have sprung open and we’re all getting back out and about.

Monday morning, I was back at the beach  walking the dogs. It’s been awhile since I’ve been walking them regularly and I’m hoping that the regular exercise will stop Lady from trying to get out. Over the last couple of weeks, we’ve  boarded up underneath the house, put chicken wire in beside the house to curtail our digging wombat as well as fencing off the back shed to stop her from jumping off over the back fence. I hope that from a doggie perspective, that our place has now become Alcatraz!

The Cast from Thursday’s Dog walkers’ Birthday Party.

While we’ve been working hard to stop Lady from jumping hurdles,  I leaped over a gazillion hurdles myself to get through my first adult ballet class on Thursday night. It was an exhilarating thrill and way better than I’d ever imagined. As soon as I walked out, I was already counting down to my next class. Not that I’m not a bit concerned. Moving from 1st to 2nd position is very different to pirouettes, jumping and goodness knows what else lies ahead over the next 5 weeks. I told my daughter to watch out! Her look told me I was dreaming…or insane!

You can read how I went here and the kids’ reactions here.

On Saturday, our daughter competed in the Mini Ev Spint Race at the Hunter Valley Electric Vehicle Festival with her school. The students formed teams and built their own solar cars, which they raced on organised by Newcastle University. We drove our Morris Minor up there and converted into the school’s mascot with loads of balloons and streamers. Naturally, Morrie attracted the organiser’s attention and our kids posed in front of Morrie with their cars and I emerged as the Official Photographer for the event.


Pokemon Racer getting some pre-race treatment.

By the way, I should tell you that our daughter wasn’t so keen on our car being the school mascot. “You are NOT decorating our car!!!” I overcame that protest but backed down when refused to have a teddy bear on the roof in school uniform. Where’s her sense of fun? I think she voted me the most embarrassing mother on Earth!


The class had been slit up into teams with 5 cars from their school. These had some very inventive names: The Pokemon Racers, The Lambergini Llamas, Speedy Narwals, Lightening Strikes and Outside of the Box. Unfortunately, my daughter’s team’s car The Pokemon Racers conked out half way down the track on its first heat.


Geoff relaxing at Terrigal Beach, NSW. Check out the surf. it’s as flat as a pancake.

This afternoon, Geoff and spent a few hours at Terrigal Beach having coffees and fish cocktails and scallops. The kids were off at their Scout Gang Show Reunion. Terrigal was stunning but I’d forgotten how flat the “surf” is there until Geoff was taking photos. I remember Mum loving the lapping waves when I was a kid. She’d had a bad experience in heavy surf.

Do you have anything special coming up this week?

Tomorrow morning, Mum’s taxi heads back up to Newcastle. It’s an hour’s drive but navigation could be a problem.  Driving Mum’s Taxi is one thing but navigation is quite another. While I could have succumbed to GPS, I didn’t want my navigational abilities to deteriorate any further. That could be very dangerous indeed! I get so lost, I even lose myself!

It’s now only one week until Miss performs with the school string group at the the 2016 Festival of Instrumental Music at the Sydney Opera House.

Milly Violin

The 2016 Festival of Instrumental Music features musically diverse performances by NSW Public and High School students in the Concert Hall of the Sydney Opera House. It  involves more than 400 schools and literally thousands of students from across NSW in Combined String and Combined Recorder Ensembles.

The Combined Strings repertoire includes diverse compositions with a “natural world” theme. Vivaldi’s Autumn from the Four Seasons, arranged by Richard Meyer, is an introduction to programmatic music in a Baroque setting. Terra Nova, a Richard Meyer original, is an exploration of rhythm and metre musically describing a new territory of the imagination. Mala Rain, a specially commissioned work from Sydney musician and conductor Wendy Ireland depicts Uluru and its surrounds during very rare storms. And in a grand finale to the concert, a percussion ensemble will join both the recorder and string ensembles to perform the world premiere of a new commission by Stephen Chin, Pagodas by the Heavenly Lake, in the presence of the composer.

So, there’s been a lot going on.

How has your week been? I’d love to hear from you and thanks for joining me!

This has been part of the Weekend Coffee Share hosted by Diana at Part-Time Monster. You can click the  to read the other posts.

xx Rowena





Born To Crash.

Ȕber-pumped, Fangio’s poised in the driver’s seat. His foot’s on the accelerator ready for blast off! Mightn’t have a licence but this is the Dodge Em’s.

What a misnomer! Although the sign states: NO BUMPING, we’re all out to crash.

Caught up in “The Siblings’ Revenge!” my husband and I fight on opposing sides.

Disco lights flash. The hunt begins. Where are they? A hunter stalking his prey, he was born to crash!

Bang! Got them! Again! Again! Again!

“Yahoo!” We’re in the zone… until retaliation hit.


Siren rings!

Adventure over, we’re laughing like a bunch of crooks!

dodgems 2

March 23, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write an adventure, experienced or witnessed. Explore your own ideas about what makes an adventurous spirit. Is it in the doing? Does standing witness count, and if so, how? Be adventurous!

Respond by March 29, 2016 to be included in the weekly compilation. Rules are here. All writers are welcome!



Setting out on our big adventure…standing at the entrance to the show.

Yesterday, we went to the Royal Sydney Easter Show and had the best time ever. I will never forget our ride on the Dodge Ems where I teamed up with my son and my husband teamed up with Miss.

My son and I chased them round the track like a crazed stalker. He was driving and a couple of times, I actually grabbed the wheel and tried to get up out on the edge where he could actually drive. He wasn’t interested. Just wanted to crash…especially into Dad and his sister. She was just as bad. The looks on their faces were quite priceless…grinning from ear to ear with the most fiendish smiles. They just loved being legalised villains. All the other drivers were the same. We all just wanted to crash.

I laughed so much my face hurt. Much more fun than driving a stupid car and you don’t need a licence!

This is my second flash fiction this week. After writing about the personification of fear on the rollercoaster, I wanted to write about a happy adventure. Take the topic a different direction.

Hope you’ve had a Happy and Blessed Easter!

xx Rowena