Why don’t all train stations have great names? Like “King’s Cross” or “Flinders St”? Or even the happily named “Woy Woy” which sounds like a steam engine whistle! I do realise that the stations are conveniently named after their location but I feel that this can sometimes be irresponsible. For example “Southern Cross”. Melbourne’s major train station used to be called Spencer St Station if memory serves me, which it rarely does. However its new name suggests its location is amongst the stars somewhere. Out in the Milky Way!
Judy-May what on Earth are you on about?
I took a day trip to the Victorian capital about a fortnight ago to do some fun biometric scanning for my visa to the UK and I just got to thinking is all. What did I do well…
I hung around and watched people. I didn’t take any photos of random strangers though.
I saw lots and lots of cyclist in regular clothes zipping up and down Collins St. It’s important to me that the cyclists were in streets because I don’t agree with lycra or it’s friend spandex unless worn ironically or as underwear/swimwear. I don’t appreciate seeing that much of people in my every day life.
While I’m speaking of bikes I saw Australian comedian and spunk Frank Woodley riding his bike down Smith St in Fitzroy. He was appropriately attired in jeans and a t-shirt. And he had a ukulele in his back pack! Seems Melbourne is the place to cycle and to play small instruments.
I saw this bird and several of his friends in a MacDonald’s where I stopped for a thickshake and to write some postcards to friends. He was sitting beneath this sign:
It says “please do not feed the birds”. I had previously wondered about the sign. I thought it was being funny. No.
I saw a movie. I window shopped. I walked a lot. Which I hated. I should’ve got a rent a cycle from the new bike racks that the city has installed.
And that was my trip to Melbourne. In a nutshell.
Have you checked out my new pages above. One links to my Pinterest, the other is a year long reading challenge. Take a look.
Yesterday I rode 13+ km around my town! It was a great jaunt. Above is similar to what I wore.
My bike is a white version of the Electra 7sp Cruiser you see above. My jeans are Clockhouse from C&A in Halle, Germany whereas these ones are from City Chic. My top is similar to this one from City Chic but it’s from Rockman’s BeMe range. My birkies are the same make but in Burnt Orange. And finally my bag is Bluebird from Strandbags. Everything else is bang on!
I now am sunburnt, (silly me) and have a great strap mark across my chest. I took lots of photos and I will share with you soon. In the meantime here was the view from one of the prettier spots on my ride.
Sometimes I find it hard to sleep, like now. I’m keen on thinking that it’s due to over stimulation, my brain keeps on buzzing. In order to use this time constructively, I have come up with the following:
My blog has been somewhat aimless. It’s tried to be somethings that I love about other blogs, but it and therefore I have not found a voice. In order to rectify this I have come up with a list of daily blog posts. So if I am feeling like writing a post but I’m actually clueless about what to write, refer to the day of the week. If I have something to say, write and post on the day the post naturally fits into.
“But Judy-May,” I hear you cry. “You have other blog posts to follow up on! And what happened to pictures of your trip?”
Well dear reader, don’t become disillusioned. I have plans… so many plans… “Tonight, Pinky, we try to take over the world!”
Anyway over the coming days, months, years, (basically until I a) get sick of this style, b) think that it’s not working, c) completely forget that I ever wrote this post) you can expect:
Monday: Alphabet letter of the week
Tuesday: Travel Tuesday
Wednesday: GPOYW (that’s gratuitous picture of yourself Wednesday)
I have recently become ever so slightly obsessed with chic cycling. It’s a wave of fashionable people riding their bikes in every day clothes inspired by the trend of everyday biking in Europe, especially Amsterdam. I think it’s brilliant.
Amsterdam bicycles piled high on a bridge over a canal, near the flower markets.
In my home town our cyclists ride in a plethora of lycra on bikes lighter than my shoe. They race around in large groups and drink coffee on the way home, lounging about proudly wearing their bike gear (sometimes to my distress, there are some things only a wife/husband/partner should see). I have had an allergy to lycra since I gave up dancing 15 years ago and have vowed never to be seen in public wearing it unless I am swimming. And I am far from sporty. So you can imagine that this group (stereotype, genre) of cyclists have intimidated me. Besides I like pretty things.
I have been inspired by these lovely cycling blogs. So inspired that I long to own my own 3 speed bicycle with chain and mud guards (to protect my lovely clothes), basket at the front and parcel rack at the back.