Street names with a modern twist

A street sign indicating the turn-off for James Kirk Street.

Now that’s what I call a street name.

My early research into the housing market has turned up something unexpected yet entirely predictable as we investigate house prices and neighbourhoods in and around the Canberra suburb of Gungahlin.

I can’t decide whether it’s intentional or accidental, but it seems to me that the people in charge of naming Canberra’s streets have a pretty good sense of humour. Continue reading

The beady eye of a T-Rex.

Canberra, land of the dinosaurs

The brilliant thing about living in Canberra is that there are so many things to do. The bad thing about living in Canberra is that the kids know that there are so many things to do.

Entrance sign to the National Dinosaur Museum.

Canberra’s National Dinosaur Museum has been on the kids’ wish list since we arrived.

Since we arrived, five weeks ago, mini-CBRbound and maxi-CBRbound have taken every opportunity to let us know that a visit to the National Dinosaur Museum was high on their wish list. So, mildly encouraged by vouchers offering free entry for children accompanied by an adult, we finally gave in and headed back in time a few million years.
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Close-up of a snake.

Luck and Gungahlin’s local delights

Luck is a major determinant of your fortunes when you decide to choose a neighbourhood and a home from 15,000 kilometres away, and I’m happy to report that ‘the lucky country’ has so far blessed us with a fair amount of fortune.

A mere month ago, Gungahlin seemed an exotic name for an outer suburb of a city we’d researched but didn’t know too much about. We reasoned that, given Canberra’s reputation for being easy to get around, even if Gungahlin turned out to be as dull as an Eskimo’s diet, there would be plenty of other options within easy reach. Continue reading