Welcome home

When you land with Qantas in Australia, the captain thanks you for flying with them and then he says something like ;"If you are visiting Australia we wish you a pleasant stay, and if you are an Australian returning ... welcome home!" I find it so endearing even though I fall between the cracks somewhat, not being a proper visitor nor a real Aussie. It also made me think of how hubby always used to refer to Australia as "back home" while living in Europe. I mean he had lived there longer than in Australia for goodness sake!

Anyway I arrived yesterday which was the first of September and therefore the first day of spring.

Up in Leura in the Blue Mountains where I spent the day it was lovely to see the flowering of the European trees and the daffodils.
The reason I was up there all by myself was because it was Father's Day here in Australia today. So hubby, father of three, decided to treat himself to an all day car race event. Only son was cajoled into going too and agreed reluctantly since it was after all Father's Day.

I think he actually enjoyed it too, even though he didn't admit it. I was fortunately excused and since the race track is on the same side of Sydney as the Blue Mountains I drove up there and had a great day.

People make little museums out of all sorts of different things. I went to the teapot museum in Leura (see above picture) and saw many, many teapots and tea cups, both real size and miniatures. What will they think of next? Snuff-box museum, toe-nail-clipper museum, the possibilities are endless. All you need is an empty room or a barn and you are ready to start up your museum! It reminded me of driving up to my nephew's wedding in the north of Sweden many years ago and spotting a hub-cap museum?!!?