Stan leading the drumming
Part of the drum circle. It was actually a lot darker than this flashed picture
Amanda serving
Susan and Selina
Ditto
View in the cafe
Hi Readers,
Those of you who spring out of bed eager to read our exciting adventure first thing of the morning will no doubt be fretting since this epistle is somewhat delayed. This is in no short measure due to the fact I consumed 9 bottles of beer between 7 and midnight last night and the fact I have another head cold. However I get ahead of myself. The day was the first day of the Tasmanian regional arts conference. It did not commence until 6ish. There was plenty of work to be done in setting up the shed and general preparation along with the usual red herrings that appear to make life difficult.
After the start of the conference I was drafted in to shoot some video of "The Blue Mosquitoes" in the cafe for future Resort promotional purposes. At 845pm I flashed up the fire circle for the African drumming session. The weather gods were truly smiling and after a horrendously windy day the wind dropped out completely. The fire was good, helped by my timely collection over the past couple of months of timber not suitable for the combustion stove plus some 60cm tree rounds rescued from the damp grass and placed to dry. The drumming went well and was ably hosted by Stan who holds the drumming sessions here. The funny episode came during the session where each person had to do a solo during a pause in the jungle beat. Stan encouraged that we could do anything including singing and dancing. Since I don't drum but was shaking my maraccas I danced up and down singing "when my baby, when my baby smiles at me I go to Rio." Got a great laugh although Susan said "you idiot". As the fire master I was the last to leave well after 12 with a belly full of beer. I returned to our unit and after a quick conversation with Susan left for a final tour of the grounds before lock down. I was waylaid by Paul and Valda who had been amongst the last to leave the fire and stood talking for another half an hour. Finally I was to bed at 1am after guzzling copious amounts of water. During the night I was like the little piggy who went wee, wee, wee all the way home
It was a long long day but Susan has promised I can goof off tomorrow!
Speaking of Susan, she had 8 rooms to do today along with Selina. She also managed to wrench a muscle in her back lifting a table out of our unit to reception which is a bit of a worry since she does most of the work!
Night folks.
cheers Simon
Blue Mosquito
Drumming cricle
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