It is unbelievable how much pleasure I am getting from riding with the kids to and home from school (I have to admit on the days that the Canberra winds don't blow us back up the hill in the opposite direction we are riding). I had momentarily forgotten how good it is to ride and have aching legs at the top of the hill. I don't know if I am allowed to call these hills hills coming from the part of Brisbane we lived, but enough of a hill to get the blood flowing. So many things that can be so easily taken for granted. The thick woollen underlay on our bed is heaven, the weather that makes us make rich, thick and delicious casseroles, the experience of a Canberra freak shake (look it up its ridiculous), freedom.
Brisbane visual artist