While we wait impatiently to see if the God's of banking will deem to loan us the money required to take the next steps in our property empire, the house we are looking at buying remains on sale... it would be our luck that we get the financing through just after the owners get an offer. Our friends Christopher and Caroline moved to Narangba a couple of years ago. At the time it seemed a crazy thing to do; when we went out to see their house it seemed like an age before we actually got there - at that time their new place and the surrounding area got the nickname "the country" and it's been that ever since. I took this shot on Friday night, a beautiful clear night with a near-full moon lighting up the area. Our (potential) new house is just a few houses up from theirs and, after we had established that they were comfortable with the idea (and didn't consider us stalkers!), we spent the evening talking "what if"'s and playing cards, having a few drinks (it was a hell of a week for everyone) and generally forgetting our troubles. Perhaps that's what appeals to me about the move - "the country" is very different to here in the 'burbs, not as noisy or angry, or tense. The irony of course is that when we first moved to Bracken Ridge I felt exactly the same way! Our place seemed miles from anywhere (we'd been living in the inner city until then) - since then Brisbane has continued to grow at a frightening rate and suddenly... the gaps have disappeared, and everyone's moved in.
Saturday morning we all stumbled awake, and soon coffee was brewing and bacon and (fresh laid) eggs were cooking lazily on the barbeque... as we chatted the morning away, the concerns of the previous week a (temporary) distant memory... Pictured left, the free range engines producing the lovely eggs previously mentioned.
