John and I have decided that our last gig playing in our Bush band was to be our last.
It's more John's decision than mine, though I'm not unhappy about it. It has been wonderful but the time is right to stop now.
After more than 15 years we have got to the stage where there is no magic left and we are also getting a bit too old to be up playing 'till after midnight then doing the roadie thing, packing up and trying to stay awake on the often long drive home.
I fondly remember leading bush walking groups up hill and down dale all through the nineties and early noughties, the troops and I used to joke about how we'd ever manage to climb Mt. Solitary on our walking frames when we all grew too old to make it up there without them.
The walks came to an abrupt end when the leisure learning centre I worked for closed its doors. Initially I missed the walks, but there is always something waiting to fill the void. It was at this stage in my life that I decided to teach more quilting classes and enjoy having more time for my own quilting enjoyment.
This got me to thinking about quilting...will I ever find the time is right to put down my needle. Not a chance in the world!. Working with fabric is at the heart of my very existence, it's what I do, it's part of me.