There is a tide in the affairs of bloggers...

After more than twenty years of idyllic living here (and nearly as many years of corny post titles), we’ve very reluctantly sold our home, aka ‘Lamblog Central’, and moved away. So this is the last-ever post here, but we’ve left the blog up for anyone wanting to get an idea of what living on Lamb Island offers.

Time out.

Because of a whole lot of other stuff going on, we’ve had to put this blog on hold, with no new posts for a while. But if you’re curious about Lamb Island, you’ll probably find plenty of interest here anyway.

Where Lamb Island dogs can have a ball. Eventually.

This is a corner of Lamb Island’s ‘recreation precinct’ that features a children’s playground, a public tennis court, a sports field, and most important of all, an area for dogs to run loose when the dopey human stops fiddling with his camera and gets around to throwing the damn ball.

Aloha, sailor.

I don’t know if this old boat, beside an appropriately old jetty on Lamb Island, is what sailors call a ‘lugger’, but that’s how I think of it. And I’ve been thinking too that when its owner gets it restored, I’ll be the first to sign-on as a crew member for its trip to some little South Pacific island. Except then I remember that, technically, I’m already on a little South Pacific island.

For some reason I thought of an aunt I once had.

Maybe you’ve gotta be a certain age to remember the clichéd Three Ducks Flying Up The Wall in suburban living rooms (including that of my Aunt Daphne) back in the whenever, but these yachts passing by out from our house reminded me of them, especially given the progression in sizes.

Home-delivered.

This is Darren, our Woolworths man, waiting for his barge after dropping off everyone’s goodies. He comes on Thursdays, delivering our on-line orders, and it’s a great option for Lamb Islanders.

High tide, as predicted.

I recycled a post about Lamb Island’s old heritage-listed jetty and shed back in November, but what makes the above shot worth posting is the height of today’s king tide, more or less exactly at the level that the original builders determined the jetty would have to sit above.

Here comes a new year.

As a reward for living out here on the Southern Moreton Bay Islands, we see stuff like the above New Year dawn (if we get up early enough), shot this very morning by local photographer Dave Evans.

The frangipani opens up to kiss the salty air.

Actually, the above post title isn’t my own work. It’s a line from Doug Ashdown’s exquisitely wistful song ‘Leave Love Enough Alone’ aka ‘Winter In America’ from back in the 1970s. But it works kinda nicely for this shot over the top of a frangipani tree just below our deck. 

Another perfect day in paradise.

As in literally another day. Today, and for the last few days, the Southern Moreton Bay Islands, like the rest of South-East Queensland, have been copping a fair amount of rain. The above shot is from Lamb Island towards Macleay Island, and reflects the kind of weather we prefer.