Tambourine revisited

YM and I had last Saturday free. So without plan (or petrol, for that matter), we met up and randomly decided to head the Tambourine region. The last time I'd gone with X, we'd missed out on the Botanical Gardens, so this was our first destination.

The rose garden looked a little wilted and sad in the heat, but there were a couple of beauties there. This was my favourite, in colour.

This little birdie put up with our many attempts to papparazzi him and finally flew off after one too many Aussie salutes. I counted 6 bites, mostly on the back and shoulders.

The local businesses were full of oxymoronic slogans. I suppose they thought it quaint.

I chose this cafe on the basis of looks. Though sadly we were assailed by flies the moment our tushes touched the seats.

He got the Avocado Prawn Salad and I, the Soup d'Jour, which was Bacon and Potato. Having had such lovely, patient long-suffering friends who put up with my love of the non-halal, I completely forgot YM's Muslim origins. The poor bloke put up with my bacon-fied breath anyway for the rest of the day without a murmur.

Bottle brush flower.