Yesterday BaggyTrousers, the Canadian (tm) and I went went for a bushwalk through the Royal National Park.
By bushwalk through the National Park, I mean coastal walk/rock scramble/swim between Bondi Beach & Coogee.
There was trackwork between town and the park so sensibly we gave it up as a bad plan and headed to the beach instead.
Well, wouldn't you!
There was the picnic on the cliffs, the swimming at Bronte and the children forming their own blue-bottle death squad, the scrambling over rocks and poking things in the rock pools (you can tell that the canadian isn't australian by his way of actually poking random creatures with bare hands. where is his sense of self-preservation, where is the ingrained knowledge that every single living creature wants to kill you!!!)
I got to wallow in the water at Clovelly. I haven't done that since I lived there years and years ago. Must go again and bring goggles so I can look at all the fishes and rockes and cool underwater stuff.
We walked through Waverley Cemetary. It was as beautiful as I remembered it.
We ate dumplings and pork candy for dinner with chums
I almost fell asleep in the pub at the late hour of 9pm.
Haven't seen that much sunshine in way too long.
I know have a touch of sunburn on my back and my cheeks are a bit pink.
Legs don't hurt though. Knew all that walking with Torby was doing someting other than making my man-calves even manlier.
I managed to not take a single photo. Trust me , it was all beautiful