For my birthday this year I had a new experience – an outing to the National Gallery.
The specific objective of the visit was to view the art works of a chap I was told was quite a leader in his field as a key member of a group known as the Impressionists.
I throughly enjoyed the whole exhibition, it was very pleasurable seeing his take on some key London landmarks I have come to greatly appreciate since my move here.
However the highlight for me had to be this water based image which reminded me of my younger days.
I am now very keen to visit the property in France that inspired Monet to produce it.
Today Ty and I were sitting in the garden enjoying the Monday holiday sunshine when a bold cat strolled in like it owned the place.
However, we had a stern discussion and I let him know his presence was neither wanted nor appreciated so he quickly turned tail and left after giving his word he would be more respectful of other people’s property in future.
Our final big outing before returning to the UK was to a very extensive nature park in the hills above Adelaide known as Cleland Wildlife Reserve.
I was delighted to acquaint myself with so many new species. These marvellous animals, many of which belong to the marsupial family, were quite timid at first as they have had a very negative history with amphibians* brought in from abroad. However we soon fell into a rhythm of communication and I am so glad to have broadened my knowledge and understanding of this continents indigenous communities.
In fact, I got on so well with one little fellow that the Runner arranged for him to come on a visit – a bit like a cultural exchange programme I believe British young people sometimes do with counterparts in Europe.
Overall my Australian Adventures have been an excellent experience and I would encourage anyone who has not yet ventured that far afield to do so. Tye and the rest of the gang are really quite envious and I have to be a bit careful of how much I wax lyrical about the whole thing!
*Find out about the introduction of cane toads to Australia
On reaching the end of the Great Ocean Road we turned inland and headed to the Grampian mountain range. The weather had turned unseasonably cold and wet as we set off our road trip, which the others mentioned negatively on frequent occasions but I was rather appreciative of. However, even I have to admit the further drop in temperature on this leg of the journey was quite a shock to the system.
The mountains themselves though, did not disappoint. Whilst it was rather fresh, it was lovely to take a dip in wild fresh water again at McKenzie Falls after only seeing salt water for days.
I was also very interested to learn at little about the Aboriginal culture while we were there. Their interpretation of the seasons seems far more appropriate for the climate there than the arbitrary winter, spring, summer, autumn that humans usually focus on.
From Melbourne we rented the most hideous coloured car I have ever seen to travel along the Great Ocean Road. Sometimes I find the names certain places are given to tend to overegg the reality, but in this case I did feel it was most apt. The ocean, the rocky structures it has created and the length of the road itself, are indeed very great.
We stopped for lunch on Bells Beach, which is apparently a famous spot for surfers so I was very disappointed not to see anyone performing this perplexing activity in front of me. The Dancer and Runner had prepared some sandwiches which I would have partaken in but I managed to make myself quite a feast from the flies which appeared as we settled down and were rather bothering them. I think they rather appreciated my quick tongue getting to work so efficiently!
I have not yet told you much about my life before moving to London. The Dancer recently unearthed a communicate that the Professor had sent to the Artist around the 2012 Olympics about my own youthful proficiency in sports:
It will probably come as no surprise to you to learn that in all the recent excitement over the Olympics it has emerged that George was himself an outstanding athlete when he was young. He won the annual Outstanding Sportsfrog of the Year on three successive occasions, having previously (at the age of three and a half months) won the Gold Medal in the 2007 Whole Wide World Frog Olympics in the Triple Hop. He broke his own World Record in the first heat and broke each new record in turn in the remaining nine heats. His final hophophop covered the amazing distance of 69.932 metres, a record that remains unbeaten to this day.
Unfortunately I was not in the habit then of capturing the moment for posterity so I don’t have any photos to share with you and on doing a Google search it does not appear that the Frog Olympics have made it into the vast human realm of data collection.
I will get in touch with my old networks to see if I can unearth anything as, reflecting on it now, it really was a momentous achievement and there must be some material archived.