Driving down the Bruce Highway yesterday on our way to pick up the puppy, Muffin, the clouds appeared as though painted on a canvas. Their colour was unnatural and they were plopped randomly. The view of one of the Glass House Mountains always fills me with delight as they must Captain James Cook who named them on 17th May 1770.
He wrote in his journal:
These hills lie but a little way inland, and not far from each other, they are remarkable for the singular form of their elevation, which very much resembles a glasshouse for this reason I called them the Glass Houses…
All I can say is that glass houses in England in 1770 must have been a sight to behold. As was the cage of puppies.
Muffin was sitting alone at the rear.
Soon we were on our way home, stopping off at Beefy’s Pie Shop for a sausage roll on the way.
In response to Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge