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Coffee, Cards and Creativity
It has been an amazing and inspiring week away from the mad house. The weather was simply glorious. Crisp and crunchy with delicate sunlight and about the only time of year that it is safe to snooze in the sunshine. The light is almost reminiscent of Europe.
There’s been a heritage festival on which finished this week and only missed one day due to yesterday's return to the goblin job. Adopting the policy of introducing a bit of randomness to events. When faced with several competing options, decided to pick the one not tried before.
So this time the serpent well and truly abandoned the usual routine when visiting the seaside town of Fremantle. First port of call was usually The Juicy Beetroot followed by the library, then the arts centre and a cafe or two after closing time at 5pm.
Depending on how desperate the Izzie is for a fix of decent greens would either visit Juicy B first thing and pay full price or take a chance on half price Happy Hour around 3pm which invariably means all the salads would be gone by then
This week the serpent has visited Fremantle five times in seven days and not one of those included a visit to The Juicy Beetroot. Aside from the minor matter of the annual heritage festival, there are other temptations to lure the serpent away from tasty salads, cheesecake and chai.
For years been drooling over a particularly pretty spot on the foreshore where there are Norfolk pines and a very quaint old train carriage which has been converted to a cafe. Attached to the carriage is a rather large deck and verandah with a tin roof providing shade on the many hot and horrid summer days. They have kindly accommodated these gorgeous old trees by making holes in the tin roof rather than cutting them down as the usual preference for the less enlightened sorts. This alone makes the place worthy of lurking.
It is a most mysterious site. You can tell the cafe is still operational even though there are no signs indicating any sign of life. No signs indicating opening hours or any such useful information only warnings that the place is monitored by CCTV cameras.
So often sat on the round benches surrounding the trees while bathing in the last remnants of sunlight and observing the long shadows cast by the trees.
But for the first time ever, finally managed to darken the door of the place on Saturday. It does open during weekdays too but closes around 3pm which is why the Izzie has never ever seen the place open before.
So in less than a week visited the place three times. Wednesday’s original plan was to be out and about and on the 6.30 bus. After all if we can get up so early for work why not for fun? But the temptation of staying in the serpent sack proved too great and did not leave the Lair until 11am. So the grand plan of visiting the carriage cafe, then Quinlans the cheap and cheerful training restaurant near Notre Dame University followed by a visit to the Juicy Beetroot in time for half price happy hour around 3pm got kind of tweeked
Was sitting at the carriage cafe basking in the sunshine around 2pm and well and truly getting in the zone. Decided it was time to bring out the big cannons which consisted of an A-Z index book for plotting and planning and not one but two decks of cards.
Using a previously randomly drawn sequence of three cards per story means that all 78 get a look in this time. So would then line up the originals from the Wizards’ deck (courtesy of The Cat) and their equivalents from the Bright Ideas deck
It was interesting to see the different take for each card. Decided to do only three letters in one brainstorming session since that seems the best combination for inspiration without the risk of sensory overload
It turns out the juxtaposition of the two sets provided insights that did not occur when looking at them separately. But that’s another story for another time and place.
Looks like the book “Animalia” will also serve as a less random source of inspiration. Including as many objects and names as possible all starting with the same letter of the alphabet should be a limitation that could prove most productive indeed.
There’s been a heritage festival on which finished this week and only missed one day due to yesterday's return to the goblin job. Adopting the policy of introducing a bit of randomness to events. When faced with several competing options, decided to pick the one not tried before.
So this time the serpent well and truly abandoned the usual routine when visiting the seaside town of Fremantle. First port of call was usually The Juicy Beetroot followed by the library, then the arts centre and a cafe or two after closing time at 5pm.
Depending on how desperate the Izzie is for a fix of decent greens would either visit Juicy B first thing and pay full price or take a chance on half price Happy Hour around 3pm which invariably means all the salads would be gone by then
This week the serpent has visited Fremantle five times in seven days and not one of those included a visit to The Juicy Beetroot. Aside from the minor matter of the annual heritage festival, there are other temptations to lure the serpent away from tasty salads, cheesecake and chai.
For years been drooling over a particularly pretty spot on the foreshore where there are Norfolk pines and a very quaint old train carriage which has been converted to a cafe. Attached to the carriage is a rather large deck and verandah with a tin roof providing shade on the many hot and horrid summer days. They have kindly accommodated these gorgeous old trees by making holes in the tin roof rather than cutting them down as the usual preference for the less enlightened sorts. This alone makes the place worthy of lurking.
It is a most mysterious site. You can tell the cafe is still operational even though there are no signs indicating any sign of life. No signs indicating opening hours or any such useful information only warnings that the place is monitored by CCTV cameras.
So often sat on the round benches surrounding the trees while bathing in the last remnants of sunlight and observing the long shadows cast by the trees.
But for the first time ever, finally managed to darken the door of the place on Saturday. It does open during weekdays too but closes around 3pm which is why the Izzie has never ever seen the place open before.
So in less than a week visited the place three times. Wednesday’s original plan was to be out and about and on the 6.30 bus. After all if we can get up so early for work why not for fun? But the temptation of staying in the serpent sack proved too great and did not leave the Lair until 11am. So the grand plan of visiting the carriage cafe, then Quinlans the cheap and cheerful training restaurant near Notre Dame University followed by a visit to the Juicy Beetroot in time for half price happy hour around 3pm got kind of tweeked
Was sitting at the carriage cafe basking in the sunshine around 2pm and well and truly getting in the zone. Decided it was time to bring out the big cannons which consisted of an A-Z index book for plotting and planning and not one but two decks of cards.
Using a previously randomly drawn sequence of three cards per story means that all 78 get a look in this time. So would then line up the originals from the Wizards’ deck (courtesy of The Cat) and their equivalents from the Bright Ideas deck
It was interesting to see the different take for each card. Decided to do only three letters in one brainstorming session since that seems the best combination for inspiration without the risk of sensory overload
It turns out the juxtaposition of the two sets provided insights that did not occur when looking at them separately. But that’s another story for another time and place.
Looks like the book “Animalia” will also serve as a less random source of inspiration. Including as many objects and names as possible all starting with the same letter of the alphabet should be a limitation that could prove most productive indeed.