Picton Gathering, 15 January
Jan. 16th, 2006 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyringIt's a couple of hours up the road to Picton, so I started reasonably early on Sunday, picking up Calissa and Merceria around 1030, and discovering, too late, that the Tuggeranong Parkway was being resealed and not only had a roadworks speed limit, but was subject to delays.
All the more time to spend chatting with Calissa, who is deliberately shaping her life and education into that of an award-winning author.
Countryside along the freeway north is looking increasingly golden after the spring's welcome rains and their flush of green.
Pulled into Picton a few minutes late, but received a warm welcome from the assembled crew.
Good to see Sabavana - the elegant young lady in black at the far end of the table in the phot above - back on deck. In winter she broke a bone, and when they stretchered her into a medical facility, the first thing they did was cut off her t-shirt. Her brand new BookCrossing t-shirt.
I suspect that any red-blooded doctor would reach for the scissors and slice off her shirt even if she came in for a stubbed toe, but maybe I've been watching too many medical doctor dramas on TV.
Anyway, we'd arranged for a replacement shirt, and here she was wearing it, a fine endorsement for BookCrossing products.
Bride to be Woosang was sporting a Texas Convention shirt, bringing back fond memories of those wonderful few days I spent in Fort Worth.
Dave, her betrothed, burly in shorts and tank top, described himself as a guerrilla BookCrosser, gloating over his successes in the bread rack at the local supermarket, where he is batting 1.000 at four for four.
TheGoblin73, an enthusiastic new BookCrosser, totally stole my heart when she presented me with a book from my wishlist. Tokien's Gown, a series of anecdotes about notable second-hand books from the upper end of the trade. Funny, fascinating, intense and delightful. And the book was much the same.
And then we drove home, via Berkelouw's Book Barn at Berrima, an extraordinary, Tardis-like building crammed full of books to suit all tastes, and via a tea shop down the road, because the book barn's own coffeeshop had closed moments before we arrived thirstily, and I wanted tea, dagnabit!
Home again after a long day on the road. A long and happy day on the road.
All the more time to spend chatting with Calissa, who is deliberately shaping her life and education into that of an award-winning author.
Countryside along the freeway north is looking increasingly golden after the spring's welcome rains and their flush of green.
Pulled into Picton a few minutes late, but received a warm welcome from the assembled crew.
Good to see Sabavana - the elegant young lady in black at the far end of the table in the phot above - back on deck. In winter she broke a bone, and when they stretchered her into a medical facility, the first thing they did was cut off her t-shirt. Her brand new BookCrossing t-shirt.
I suspect that any red-blooded doctor would reach for the scissors and slice off her shirt even if she came in for a stubbed toe, but maybe I've been watching too many medical doctor dramas on TV.
Anyway, we'd arranged for a replacement shirt, and here she was wearing it, a fine endorsement for BookCrossing products.
Bride to be Woosang was sporting a Texas Convention shirt, bringing back fond memories of those wonderful few days I spent in Fort Worth.
Dave, her betrothed, burly in shorts and tank top, described himself as a guerrilla BookCrosser, gloating over his successes in the bread rack at the local supermarket, where he is batting 1.000 at four for four.
TheGoblin73, an enthusiastic new BookCrosser, totally stole my heart when she presented me with a book from my wishlist. Tokien's Gown, a series of anecdotes about notable second-hand books from the upper end of the trade. Funny, fascinating, intense and delightful. And the book was much the same.
And then we drove home, via Berkelouw's Book Barn at Berrima, an extraordinary, Tardis-like building crammed full of books to suit all tastes, and via a tea shop down the road, because the book barn's own coffeeshop had closed moments before we arrived thirstily, and I wanted tea, dagnabit!
Home again after a long day on the road. A long and happy day on the road.
