The Scenic Rim. Sounds so attractive, right? Now in Somerset section of that Scenic Rim around Brisbane is the town of Esk. I'm sorry Esk, but we are not friends. I have a childhood filled with Esk-based trauma. My mum's aunt and uncle (the aunt's brother not husband ...) lived in Esk. We would travel their twice a year. The drive from Brisbane seemed to take FOREVER at least in part because there were Mum, Dad four kids and my grandfather in a sedan. That was a thing back then but it was still hugely uncomfortable and hot and someone always seemed to vomit. And then we got there and it was a town where the big attraction was a bottle museum. In the early years there was a thunder box instead of an actual toilet. Later there was plumbing but Auntie Et (Harriet) knew nothing about cleaning toilets having and Uncle Bill was old and either very bad eyesight or a very bad aim or both. I could go on ... but not without a trained mental health professional on hand for support. And then there was the night spent in the Esk caravan park for a family reunion. I spent most of that night in the toilet block after the "banquet". Tonight I was taken back to Esk via a performance in the Cremorne Theatre. Annie Lee, Christine Johnston and Carolyn Johns AKA Mourne, Eve and Dawn Kransky are The Kransky Sisters a musical trio from Esk, well that's the story. And despite this, or perhaps because of it, I loved them. They were quirky, funny and very, very talented. The only thing is they didn't mention the bottle museum. Next time ladies.
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