Choc full of Easter reasons to be grateful
I FEEL so guilty, all that chocolate, loved it.
I’d be OK if Easter eggs were the size of gecko eggs, though I doubt they’d sell well.
Happy “after” Easter Days, or if you’re away on holidays its “still” Easter, or if you’re Greek, its pre-easter.
All our Greek mates will be busy boiling up the Red Eggs, which is a wonderful tradition – hang on, no, no, not chocolate eggs, that would never work!
These are actually fair dinkum eggs from fair dinkum chickens, fancy that, eggs from chickens, who would have guessed, whereas we’re busy convincing the kids they came from rabbits.
The only eggs from rabbits are small, the colour of chocolate, certainly not the taste, not that I know, just a guess.
On the subject of Easter traditions, we in Queensland nearly lost one of the most famous, the sports club afternoon parties on Good Friday, and the most famous being at the Arcadian Surf Club, Alma Bay. Our Ando gave us the story last week when the minister, or mini minister, or minister’s mate, said no more Good Friday fundraisers!
We at the surf club were shattered, but didn’t the sand hit the fan in Minister Land, and quicker than a pollie with a promise, it was changed back. And so it should, the arvo soiree at the clubhouse raised over $17,000 for Surf Lifesaving gear at Arcadia.
Easter is traditionally a locals’ time on Magnetical Isle, seeing old mates you’ve not seen for ages, and saying “we must come here more often” but simply don’t, with excuses like work and work and work. But it is truly so close, so wonderful, and if we were to visit the same sorta place overseas, so memorable. Strange creatures we are.
The grass is always greener on the other side, whereas it certainly isn’t when it comes to our Isle, truly one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen.
How is this for a coincidence, we stayed at Horseshoe Bay and hardly moved, and one morning we were sitting on the beach looking out towards the old oyster lease, and at that very moment, a great mate sent me a Townsville Bulletin story by text, thinking it would bring back some fond memories, it certainly did.
The huge picture in the article was the exact scene we were looking at! Horseshoe Bay, with a silly bloke dressed in a $10 hired captain’s outfit, acting as Captain Cook.
A motley team of sailors were with him, one looking remarkably like the mayor at the time, Mike Reynolds. The universe must have been telling me something.
My concept of the Rediscovery Weekend all those years ago, not dissimilar to this day, a great market, plenty of yachts and backpackers and most of all, local families enjoying what essentially is, home. Sadly though the Mini Mokes have gone, the open buses a thing of the past and those old blue sheds have been replaced by a carpark.
Time marches on, though I really do miss those Mokes and the open buses. But there it is, a view equal to any in the world, and the people the friendliest and happiest, we are certainly blessed.
Happy days.