Choo-choo

One good thing about being married to a train afficionado (I almost wrote train freak), is that you get to go to places you might never have thought of going to otherwise.

When hubby told me he had a little trip planned by train to Brisbane Water I was mildly surprised. You see, Brisbane is in Queensland, 8 to 9 hours drive or more from here.  I would have preferred to fly there, but since I hadn't been there before I thought "What the heck, it will be fun even if it is by steam train and just for the day." It will be like these rich people in Europe who go from London to Paris just for lunch or fly to Rome for a romantic dinner. But guess what? Brisbane Waters is just north of Sydney, near Woy Woy!  We went anyway.

Most people got off in Woy Woy to go for a little lunch cruise, but we stayed on until Gosford where hubby had a whale of a time checking out the shunting movements, the turning of the steam engine, and the numerous super freighters that came through the station. Thank goodness I brought a book.

Of course, this was before I was told about the new health scare, i.e. "Sitting is the new smoking."
Hubby had a health meeting at work where they were cautioned against sitting still for too long. Many people order stand up tables. I know, tables always stand up, but these can be pulled up to become high so people have to stand up and work at them.   So my favorite activities will have to be limited, sitting in a comfortable chair reading, or watching TV, or surfing the net in an office chair, or painting which I prefer doing sitting down as well. Fortunately lying down is ok so that will have to do then I guess.

I had lunch this week with the ladies in my painting group. We went to a place called Camellia Gardens Teahouse and it was lovely. I wish I had known about it before. I could have taken so many visitors there, I know they would have loved it. For you who are still to come this will be a little treat, I promise you.

 

So until next time here is a little quite from Aesop :" No act of kindness, no matter how small,  is ever wasted".