Shellharbour on a Saturday
Picnickers
Fisherpeople
Loungers on the pub-restaurant deck
Children fossicking the rockpools
Weekend drivers
Bikini-clad maidens
All enjoying the blue on blue
The breeze
The last rays of summer sun
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End of Summer Lunch
A drive down the coast and a lazy lunch by the sea to wind up summer.
Sunday Morning Portrait
A lazy Sunday morning by the river.
Give Me Some Water – Part 4
The forecast was for 29C on Saturday, but at 10am it certainly didn’t feel like it at Bonnie Vale. It was overcast and there was even drizzle. I really wanted a swim since I hadn’t had one for a few weeks due to the cooler weather. Bonnie Vale isn’t as nice as the other 3 spots I mentioned before, but it’s the most accessible of the lot. No walking, bar a 30 metre waddle from the car to the water. I waited patiently, and thankfully after an hour the clouds cleared, the sun shone bright and hot, and I was able to take a paddle in the cool water.
In the Backseat
From the Arcade Fire:
I like the peace
in the backseat,
I don’t have to drive,
I don’t have to speak,
I can watch the countryside,
and I can fall asleep.
My family tree’s
losing all its leaves,
crashing towards the driver’s seat,
the lightning bolt made enough heat
to melt the street beneath your feet.
Alice died
in the night,
I’ve been learning to drive.
My whole life,
I’ve been learning.
I like the peace
in the backseat,
I don’t have to drive,
I don’t have to speak,
I can watch the countryside
Alice died
in the night,
I’ve been learning to drive.
My whole life,
I’ve been learn… Oh….
What does this mean?
A friend of mine who is in Tokyo at the moment took this photo at the airport. Some interesting things must be going on in these toilets.
Banqueting
It was my cousin’s engagement party on the weekend. The happy couple celebrated at Golden Century, in Chinatown. I’ve never been there before but from the quality of the 10 dish banquet I can say that it’s a good place to go if you want good Cantonese food. The pipis were very good, and so were the lamb and the scallops.
My Garden
After two weeks of rain, my garden was lush with summer blooms on the weekend.
In the Mist (No Gorillas)
“What did you do on the weekend?” asked a colleague this morning.
“Well, I went bushwalking on Saturday…”
Yes, I knew it was going to be wet, but for some reason I’m a sucker for walking in the rain. After all, I did a whole week of it in Tassie and after that experience I thought I could handle a few hours in wet shoes.
Saturday morning, I was up bright and early to meet up with members of the Bankstown Bushwalking Club, a nice bunch of folks they are, to tackle the clifftops of the Grose Valley, deep in the Blue Mountains. No blue haze on that day, but there was plenty of mist.
The weather actually wasn’t that bad – I had more trouble with the miles and miles of stairs (well, it is the Blue Mountains after all). 3 hours later I was thoroughly soaked, but surprisingly contented, because despite the inclement weather, the valley was still beautiful.
Give Me Some Water – Part 3
I only found this place yesterday, but it’s on my list of favourites already. Not ‘found’ exactly, since I’ve known about The Basin for ages, but I have never managed to rustle up a trip there until yesterday.
As with most natural still water swimming spots, access isn’t easy. To get to there one has to drive all the way to Palm Beach (that’s as far away from my place as you can possibly get in Sydney) where a 20 minute ferry ride across Pittwater into Kuringai-Chase National Park awaits. But the effort is worth it, because The Basin has to be one of the prettiest places in all of Sydney.
Now, I’ve always thought that Wattamolla was lovely, but this place is even more lovely and 10 times the size. Surrounded by bush, the lagoon is blue-green and goes for a mile or more. Because of its sheer inaccessibility (the only other way to get there is by foot via a 6km track), I don’t think it would ever get full. It is so pristine and calm and beautiful that I liken it to an Aussie version of The Blue Lagoon. Only without Brooke Shields.
Static and Silence 