Love Letter from... Gippsland

Gippsland countryside at dusk

Hullo again, dear readers! I had the best intentions to post more frequently about the adventures I've been having in Australia, as suggested in my last post. As it turns out though, I've been opting to stay away from the computer more often than not. I've been missing posting and missing reading my fellow blogger's posts but there's just so much to see and do here so I just haven't been getting around to it. I know that you will all forgive me if I continue to be rather absent for the time being...

Gippsland countryside at sunset

I thought I'd share just a few pictures with you though, of where I am in the world. I'm in Gippsland, which is the south-east corner of Australia, east of Melbourne. It is truly beautiful countryside - I just can't get enough of drinking it all in. Photographs do not do it justice! I've also been having fun seeing some of the humble but pretty historic buildings around the place. I do have so much to share, but so little time to share it in! Not to mention the fact that the internet connection where I am is rather slow, so uploading all the pretty pictures to illustrate my posts would take an absolute age...

Messing about at Old Gippstown Heritage Park

So, if you don't hear from me for a while, please forgive me! And rest assured, I will return some day soon.

Love,
Lisa Marie x

Love Letter from... Australia!

Detail of the facade of the Golden Sheath Hotel in Double Bay, Sydney

Dear readers! I have been absent from Blogland for weeks! I am now on holiday in Australia and, you may not be surprised to hear, have had little opportunity or patience for sitting at a computer. You may, however, be surprised to hear that I have been without my own camera since leaving England and have been reliant on friends for loans of cameras when I have been out and about, but that has limited my chances for going wild with photographing. Which is a shame because Sydney has so many lovely buildings! A giddy richness of early twentieth-century offerings, in particular...

I have now departed Sydney for the time being (though I will return there before going back to England) and am in the countryside of the state of Victoria. I have also now acquired a camera to use as and when I will. So, expect something more hopefully sometime at a point in the not-too-distant future.

Random Reasons to Love London #7

Last Sunday evening, I succeeded in hiring my first ever Boris bike. For those unfamiliar with them, Boris bikes are London's bike hire scheme, nicknamed after our buffoon of a mayor. But, it was brilliant fun and now I'm somewhat addicted - I just want to get back on a bicycle and hit London's mean streets again. Preferably, though, I would like to get my own because the Boris bikes do have their shortcomings, particularly the gear system which means you have to cycle especially vigorously for not too much gain...

Boris bikes, all ready to take me on adventures (Image source)

But it's such wonderful fun, whizzing around London's streets on a bicycle. My first experience, which took place last weekend with The Cat, happened as we were walking home from the Barbican after martinis on a mild Sunday evening. I've tried to hire before but not had my card accepted. This time, however, it worked. I was just going to go for a slightly scenic, meandering ride home but The Cat was so enthused that he suggested we ride down to the river. And so we did. Down winding, cobbled lanes and across Blackfriars bridge, with London buildings sparkling in the evening light and the Thames flowing under us. Perfectly romantic!

Then I had another chance for a ride yesterday evening, when I was heading down to south London to play boules in Cleaver Square and then out to dinner.

Cleaver Square, with its boules gravel (Image source)

One of our party was riding his bike so I opted to join him on a Boris bike, rather than catching the tube or bus. Down over the river again, to Kennington, via the perilous Elephant & Castle roundabout, at which point he leaned over to me as we were stopped at traffic lights and said, 'If your mother could see what you were doing right now, she would kill me' (... and now my mother is going to read this, so I will make sure to keep this friend anonymous, just in case!). But there is something that appeals to me about cycling through busy streets much more than the prospect of, say, cycling along country lanes. Although I'm sure that would be lovely too.

Finally, we cycled home at the end of the evening after dinner, whizzing back east along the Embankment from Vauxhall. A far nicer way to end an evening than getting on the tube, even if I probably got more sweaty... At least it's satisfying sweat mixed with invigoration and satisfaction, rather than the uncomfortable sweat caused by the unnatural atmosphere of the underground.

Embankment - not quite like this anymore, but just as pretty to ride along at midnight (Image source)

I'm so sad to think that Sydney doesn't have a bike hire system (as far as I'm aware?) because it would be perfect to be able to carry on with my new found love while I'm on holiday. But when I'm back in London, I will start looking into acquiring my own bike, and will continue to take advantage of the Boris bikes in the interim.

The only problem with cycling around London is the risk of getting distracted by all the beautiful buildings you pass, especially dangerous when you're with a fellow architectural historian, as I was last night! Eyes on the road, people!