Living In The Scenic Rim

When I first arrived in Australia, watching television was an obvious way to get a taste of the place in which I had landed.

I loved Landline, with all its moving stories about rural life, entrepreneurship and survival.

As I become a piano teacher in the Scenic Rim, I feel very privileged to be stepping into this world, albeit in an oblique way.

My student Patrick is a smart, cheeky lad who introduces me to all his horses, donkeys, chooks, guinea fowl, dogs, cats and budgie! Every time I visit, he opens up with: “Have you met…?”

“Have you met my donkeys Rosie and Sunday, and Meg our pony?

I rarely post faces of children on my blog, but this is his lovely mum Laura. Laura knows a lot about agriculturual life, and I hope to follow her around a little, when our schedules allow, to learn more about this wonderful world around me.

Laura, with Roy and me

Learning about a place isn’t just about seeing what people do, it’s about experiencing how people are

I have been showered with warmth from the moment I came here, from neighbours helping me shoo away a snake from my garden, to parents sending me home with plants from their gardens, eggs from their chooks and homemade marmalade and pickles.

Feeling the love. My first Tangelo marmalade, made by Laura’s mother, using fruit from Laura’s tree.

Snake in my lavender. Are you serious?

Nest of goldfinches in Patrick’s garden

As time passes I hope to write more about living in the Scenic Rim, as an ex-Londoner. I’m so stoked to be here, and eternally grateful. Queenslanders, you rock my world.

Passing roo on the local golf resort

Background

I left London and editorial work ten years ago (ten years!). Since then, music has somehow been the conduit through which I have experienced the world.

It wasn’t planned. When I took voluntary redundancy and a break from working life, Mike said: “You have free time now, do something you’ve always wanted to do.”

I travelled, and wrote a blog about musicians in Sabah, (a Malaysian state on Borneo island and birthplace of my parents). I pretty much discovered the state through the world of its musicians. The blog became a book, and I somehow became a musician.

In Queensland, Australia, I started teaching piano, and once again, strangers welcomed me into their lives because of music: for lessons, theatre or for playing my melodica.

I am a happy Australian migrant story.

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