There were plenty of dogs and their owners enjoying the beach in the off-leash area.
We saw dogs off all shapes and sizes – fluffy terriers.
Playful retrievers.
Obedient labradors.
Our beagle enjoyed the smells, the digs, and the socialising.
All in all, a lovely afternoon out.
Little did we know that this weather was to stick around for another month – perhaps even longer!
The rain eventually cleared, and the temperature warmed up once again. When we went down to the beach, we weren’t too surprised to find it a bit busier than usual, although I suppose it was nothing compared to somewhere more touristy, like Terrigal. I loaded up old OM-2 film camera to capture the scenes.
The swell was up due to the storms, so there were lots of eager surfers heading to the water.
Surfers of all ages and genders, I was glad to see.
We were invited by a Central Coast friend to fish off his boat on Brisbane Waters during Easter. It was a calm, cloudy day. I particularly liked the calm bit as I get seasick pretty easily.
We anchored off the village of Davistown, which was supposed to be a good spot. I was a complete fishing novice, but Hubby and his mate L were pretty serious about getting a catch, with a tackle box filled with lures and sinkers, and three types of bait at the ready for every eventuality.
I did get my first catch – a bream – but it was so small that we had to throw it back. In the end, it was L’s son that got the biggest catch that session.
The rest of the time was spent fighting the seaweed that got caught on the line and prevented any significant fish from taking the bait. It didn’t matter to me that we didn’t get anything as there was still the reflections and delicate light to capture.
Hubby and L did get their fish in the end. They had another go at night, and they got a bumper catch – some six eatable fish.
The first half of Holy Week was marked by rain – lots of it. Funnily enough, I found it a good time to practise my photography.
So much rain fell on our little Central Coast house that even our drains overflowed. I liked being able to see the droplets fall in these shots.
There were also plenty of non-native flowers in bloom. These violets brought plenty of colour to our front steps.
And our rose bushes were in good knick.
Out the back in the shady portion of the garden, the bromeliads made their mark.
We spent much of Easter-Anzac weeks on the Central Coast. Our garden was looking great, with lots of autumn flowers in bloom.
The grevilleas were fabulous.
And it was flowering time for the banksias too.
The native birds were loving the bottle brushes.
But it was the King Protea that took centre stage.
Much of post-Christmas was spent on the Central Coast, and that meant grabbing a view of Broken Bay. We hadn’t taken the Mount Ettalong Walk in nearly 2 years, so it was good to reacquaint ourselves with the view.
Back home, I took time to paint the scene proper. I quite liked how it turned out.
Mogo Creek itself just seemed to be a farm with a shed.
And this interesting ‘old’ building. It’s built in the old colonial style, but we weren’t sure of its age as it seemed well maintained, had power lines, and a Hills Hoist out the back.
It was over 30C outside when we picnicked so we didn’t stay for long. Bridie Beagle longed for a drink.
We gave her some of our water as there weren’t many other choices out in the bush, aside from this trough.
We went exploring on the Central Coast the other day, taking the road from Somersby, through Kulnura and Bucketty, and into Yengo National Park. We drove along the remnants of the Old Great North Road, convict built in the 1820s and 30s, to a locality called Mogo Creek. The creek was a mere trickle where we picnicked, but there were some beautiful trees.
Static and Silence 