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my glamorous aunt Margot Grey

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My glamorous aunt MG stepping out in Elizabeth Bay, August 2016

MG in sunglasses with someone else’s Italian scooter, August 2016

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April 2019

Monday 15 April –  not available 
Tuesday 16 April – not available 
Wednesday 17 April – not available
Thursday 18 April –  available from 3.00pm
Friday 19 April – Good Friday – to be confirmed
Saturday 20 April  – to be confirmed
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Post #109 Thursday 14 March 2019 – Aquijo

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♦ mature Sydney escort ♦

Thursday 14 March 2019

This week I could see from my balcony the tops of two incredibly tall masts rising up out Sydney Cove.  I couldn’t see what they belonged to so walked down yesterday to have a look.  Coming round the West facing edge of Mrs Macquarie’s chair, looking out across the current Opera on the Harbour set for West Side Story, was an enormous ketch.   I took a snap, including the dinghy in the foreground on the left for scale.

I searched the web when I got home for “maxi cruising ketch”. After a bit of clicking around I discovered that this is Aquijo, the largest ketch in the world at 85 metres. She is currently cruising the South Pacific and was most recently visiting New Zealand. Her masts and rigging were designed in New Zealand and she was built in the Netherlands in 2016.

I don’t want to be boorish about boats, but this was pretty special.

A couple of links:

https://www.yachtingworld.com/extraordinary-boats/aquijo-10478 https://www.stuff.co.nz/auckland/local-news/central-leader/107444289/one-of-the-largest-sailing-superyachts-docks-in-auckland–and-for-800k-you-can-charter-it

xx MG

Post #108 Sunday 3 March 2019 – Neighbourhood charm

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Sunday 3 March 2019

At the end of Victoria Street, where the road ends and becomes a paved pathway a little lane way joins up with the path. It’s a dead end that meets the last apartment blocks on St Neot’s Avenue (which you can get to only by sandstone stairway). It’s a charming part of the Potts Point neighbourhood. A local wit has added some cats to the traffic sign in the lane way.

And this is a view of the lane way with the sign in place (well it’s a bit obscured in the hedge), looking across to the City. It’s not the best photo of all time but it’s still a lovely evening outlook.

MG xx

Post #107 Sunday 10 February 2019 – Update, scheduling changes

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♦ mature Sydney escort ♦

Sunday 10 February 2019

You have not heard from me over summer, so it’s a long overdue greeting for the New Year.

As some of you know I had some bad experiences last year with a stalker and it has taken the shine off my happy escort life.  During this last couple of months I have been doing another job in addition to escorting, so I haven’t been posting and I have reduced the hours I am available.  The new scheduling arrangement will continue for the future.  I will post my availability for each coming week by Sunday evening on the front page of the website (please text me if you don’t see it, I might be running late).

It was a very dry period leading up to Christmas and the wildflowers on the country block were very few this year.  In past years there has been a profusion of colour and variety but this year it was all very subdued.  I did see one wildflower that I haven’t seen before though.  Although it was quite common looking – simple structure, bright yellow – I am pretty sure it was a new sighting for me.

Here it is:

The natural world managed to be beautiful in the city too.  There was a very small, perfectly formed  pale green moth on the window sill at Potts Point one morning.  Here it is:

And I managed to get a fair amount of snorkelling and diving in over the summer.  Be warned this is not a lingerie shot! 🙂  It was taken during a dive on the south side of Botany Bay at a place called The Steps.

xx MG

Post #106 Sunday 9 December 2018 – Another flowering tree – Brush Box

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Sunday 9 December 2018

There is a street tree that I like very much called Brush Box.  It is originally a rainforest tree but it is planted a lot by local councils and so now it flourishes in the suburbs.  This is a photo I pinched from Google and I think it’s a street somewhere in the inner West.

The Brush Box trees are in flower now.  Here is a close up I took of the blossom.  There are five rounded petals similar to a tea tree blossom and then there are five delicate fronds for stamens that extend out way beyond the petals like starfish arms.  

MG xx

Post #105 Sunday 2 December 2018 – The Finger Wharf Woolloomooloo

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Sunday 2 December 2018

One of my routine evening walks involves a circuit of the area down by the Finger Wharf at Woolloomooloo.  At the moment it’s especially nice because summer has brought out the jasmine.  There is a great hedge of it running down one side of the McElhone Stairs at the end of Victoria Street and it’s a heavy summery scent which is just beautiful.

There is a always a set of sculptures on display along the boardwalk adjacent to the Finger Wharf.    According to the labels next to them they come from a commercial “art bank”.   The display changes every six months or so.  There is one new I like especially.  It reminds me of the symetry in a shell or the inside of a flower.

Then sometimes, just when you are minding your own business on your evening walk, a huge floating resort rounds the point in front of you and cruises down the harbour, towering over everything.

I am including here a couple of selfies I found in my dropbox files that haven’t made it to the website before now.

 

 

 

 

 

xx  MG

Post #104 Sunday 25 November 2018 – Theatrical diversion

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Sunday 25 November 2018

I recently went to an interesting piece of “immersive” theatre called A Midnight Visit.  It was held in St Peters in a huge old empty furniture warehouse.  The drama was based on the stories and poems of Edgar Allen Poe.  We had to sign a waiver before entering.  We were each given a black surgical mask to wear while we stood around in the foyer.  There was an MC called The Undertaker who then selected people from the audience to enter the performance through different doorways.  We went into different rooms and spaces which were variously got up in detailed Gothic sets reminiscent of Poe themes.  The actors moved around in the spaces performing in among the audience.  There were music and dance performances woven into some of the story fragments.  Then there were features of the warehouse set which can only be described as playful – corridors and stairwells to climb through, mysterious rooms to explore.  One room was filled with CCTV screens “secretly” relaying what audience members were doing in other rooms.  Another room had a small sunken pool filled with soft pink balls and a sign saying No Jumping, and of course people did.  At one stage there was a regal seeming actor strolling around, who would seat himself strategically and beckon a member of the audience to come over.  He would then have an extended private conversation with that person.   He beckoned me at one stage and asked me, whispering, what was I afraid of.  It took me ages to decide but finally I said “uncertainty”.  He said Oh no, you don’t need to be afraid of uncertainty, you need to be afraid of people who text and drive! Lol.

It was clever in parts, apparently developed from a similar immersive theatrical adventure which has been showing for years in an extended season in New York called Sleep No More (based on Macbeth).  A Midnight Visit was ambitious and intriguing.  I could happily have stayed on exploring for another hour.  There are some great photos included in the link here to the review in the magazine Time Out.

xx MG

https://www.timeout.com/sydney/theatre/a-midnight-visit-review

https://amidnightvisit.com/about-the-experience/

 

Post #103 Sunday 18 November 2018 – Signs of Summer

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Sunday 18 November 2018

 

There is a gecko that lives somewhere on the south side of my balcony.  It must hibernate over winter. Come October November evenings I can hear it start to make the little series of chk chk chk chk sounds that are so reminiscent of warm happy times.  It still amazes me that the gecko comes very year twelve floors up to my highrise home.

 

Another favourite sign of summer is the appearance of great quantities of mangoes at the local shops –  flavour, fragrance and texture are all summer.

 

Here is a selfie of some new lingerie.  It has a soft pink fabric and is called Ballet Slipper…

xx MG

Post #102 Sunday 21 October 2018 – In the country

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Sunday 21 October 2018

I have been busy down in the country building (as always) and exploring.  This is a snap taken down by the creek near my place.  It was a lovely spring day and I wore my luminous pink gumboots to protect me from the swamp and any snakes.  I don’t know if any of you have read Slaughterhouse-Five – or have seen the old movie – but the hero of the story makes a striking entrance emerging from an underground shelter after the bombing of Dresden in virtual rags and an incongruous pair of silver boots (scavenged from somewhere).  My glow in the dark pink gumboots always make me think of that scene – they are so dazzling.

MG xx

 

Post #101 Sunday 30 September 2018 – Apres ski

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Sunday 30 September 2018

As a lot of you know I spend half my week in the Southern Highlands where I devote my time to working on a weekender cabin at my little bush block.  Because it is so crisp down there – even now the mornings are chilly – I get to wear a favourite thing after work:  my apres ski boots, pictured here.

I bought these handsome Italian ugg boots in Snowmass Colorado where I was unbelievably fortunate to visit and where I learnt to ski.  I did a course there called Snow Magic which was designed to teach adult beginners to ski in three days.  In my class we had just a couple of girls.  The tutor, a friendly middle aged guy, observed that while our skiing might never be the fastest we were by far the most graceful of his students.  It was a great experience and I think of it whenever I wear these boots.

xx MG

 

Post #99 Sunday 26 August 2018 – In miniature

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Sunday 26 August 2018

Following a recommendation I braved windy William Street Darlinghurst and went down to the Australian Design Centre where I saw a remarkable collection of miniature streetscapes made by Joshua Smith.  They were fine works of craftsmanship recreating the patina of urban decay in  the shopfronts of poorer neighbourhoods.  Here is a photo of one of them:

It reminded me of the dioramas that used to be in the War Memorial in Canberra, which were battlefields recreated in miniature – tiny toylike scenes made for adults.

MG xx