A friend of ours lives in Sydney but has this odd fetish of spending his weekends in Brisbane.
We try to encourage him by offering him our spare room whenever he wants to fly up.
I’ve just dropped him at the airport to fly back, and thought I would report on what those wicked photographers got up to this weekend.
Friday night saw them talking to 2AM (I gave up and went to bed at 1).
Saturday saw them lunching in town and doing a photo-walk with the rest of the Brisbane Flickerite Brigade, running on to a golden hour shoot on the river.
Sunday morning saw them out at 2AM and off past the New South Wales border to Fingal Head for a dawn shoot of the lighthouse and rocks, and all that stuff that photographers love. Thinking they would be back around morning tea, I happily made pancakes (and breakfasted on the same with the children!) for them.
Guess who was busy klatching on kaffe in Coolangatta come morning tea time, eh?
Bah!
They got pancakes for lunch.
But it seems to be have been a good weekend for them, and thats what its all about 
What kind of freak would want to visit Brisbane?
Yes, Dave and I had a blast. Err, I mean, err, it sounds like those two people referenced in your blog had fun.