I HAD one of those 'glad I live here' moments on Tuesday night.
I was sheltering from the storm, sitting under a tarpaulin and watching Railway Wonderland and thinking 'how good is this?'
How good is it that you can rock up to a disused railway station at night, gather with hundreds of other good humoured people, eat fresh delicious food served from a container shipped specially to the site, and see first class theatre?
I don't mean amateur hour stuff, I mean theatre that is bold, cheeky and unexpected.
Railway Wonderland has been a runaway hit this year after coming back for the second time.
I may be wrong, but I think the remainder of the season is sold out as word has spread of how good this production is.
So how lucky are we to live here and be able to see quality theatre on our doorstep?
I almost feel slightly reluctant to type this lest someone reads it and we have an influx of people moving to the Northern Rivers.
I'm a city boy born and bred and I can't think of too many other regional centres I would want to live in apart from here.
Because it is such a beautiful place to live, the life-style and environment isso good, everyone wants to live here.
And a lot of people who've moved here bring things with them. All the bells and whistles city folk take for granted.
Most holidays I can't be bothered going anywhere because it is so good here.
Sometimes I have to force myself to leave and when-ever I do and come back, it again reinforces my original point: I'm glad I live here.