Okay, so I realise this post is way overdue, thanks in part to work-related responsibilities flatlining my motivation to write for leisure, but anyway, here’s the latest instalment to the Weekends series! On the 23rd of May, we drove up to Springbrook in the hopes of having a scenic picnic (perhaps next to a waterfall or something similarly epic). Armed with a giant tumbler full of green tea and two large lunch boxes crammed with cheese and pâté crackers, chocolate morsels and bacon/aioli/cucumber sandwiches, we headed inland and up the mountainous region.
We stopped a few miles before we got to our intended destination though, because James didn’t think we’d make the whole journey there and back with the amount of fuel we had left (yes, it was a long and winding uphill drive and, of course, being in the hinterland means a lack of fuel stations). We ended up having our picnic right in front of this enchantingly picturesque bubbling brook (which we found out was part of the Little Nerang Creek), located 18 kilometres from Springbrook. It was no epic waterfall, but it was a rewarding location nonetheless. Surrounded by emerald green trees, listening to the sounds of nature whilst basking in dappled sunlight, it was an afternoon of slow-paced relaxation. The whole experience contrasted with what was in store for us later that evening; not more than five hours after our picnic, we had a date with Cirque du Soleil in Brisbane and that was intense.