I wonder how long this poor abandoned ball lay here? It looks quite sad to me, as if yearning to escape from behind that mesh and bounce along the path.
I’m not sure that it is easy being green, but it was easy to drink this Mojito from the Pavilion Pool and bar on Queen Mary 2. Some people will be surprised to learn that I don’t live on champagne alone!
I don’t honestly know if only nuns are buried in this graveyard, or indeed if any nuns lie here. The cemetery is in the grounds of what is now Kincoppal-Rose Bay, School of the Sacred Heart. The striking Gothic-looking pile rears up beside the harbour, looking as if it would be more at home in England than in Sydney. The original building in the complex was a private home called Claremont, built in 1851. “Kincoppal traces its origins to the establishment of two schools. The first, the Convent of the Sacred Heart, Rose Bay, was founded in 1882. The other, named Kincoppal, was established at Elizabeth Bay in 1909. In 1971 these two schools were amalgamated on the Convent of the Sacred Heart campus and became known as Kincoppal-Rose Bay, School of the Sacred Heart.” (source)
Why sit in a stuffy theatre to watch a Shakespeare play on stage when you can sprawl on a picnic blanket with wine and nibbles, watching the play unfold around you while the waves wash against the beach? These photos are from a production of The Merry Wives of Windsor at Balmoral Beach in Sydney.
The audience starts to set up blankets in the early evening.
It’s a small theatre company, so the actors also sell programs and other merchandise, and collect donations at the end.
Ah, but the play’s the thing! (I know, that’s from Hamlet, not The Merry Wives of Windsor, but it fits.)
What’s a play without an audience?
Even the moon got in on the act.