After a busy Saturday getting stuff done in the city…
A busker in Pitt Street Mall – (think Gypsy Kings and you’ll be close)
it was great to catch up with my brother and his two gorgeous girls on Sunday down by Sydney Harbour. Having the four cousins together is always a treat.
On this sparkling blue skied winter morning… we wandered through the Royal Botanic Gardens down to Farm Cove and around to Mrs. Macquarie’s chair.
Not sure if I ever mentioned that my great great great grandfather (an Irish stonemason) won his pardon from then Governor of New South Wales (Major-General Lachlan Macquarie) by crafting a chair for his wife… hewn from the rock… in her favourite spot overlooking Sydney Harbour. Who’d have thought that almost 200 years later… six of his descendants would still be sitting there? (chuckles)
We enjoyed coffee in the Tea Gardens (a paradox I know) and then an inspired walk through the nearby Art Gallery of New South Wales.
Sunday arvo the girls and I headed down to Bondi Beach for a leisurely lunch… (albeit rugged up against the winter chill whipped up by a stiff sou-easter that I swear was coming straight off the ice sheets of the Southern Ocean). I always knew Bondi was the “chilled out place to be”… but this was kinda ridiculous! (grin)
Bondi waves courtesy of Uge at Aquabumps.com
How fellow-blogger and photographer (Eugene) over at Aqua Bumps gets out there every morning at 7am to photograph the waves on his favourite surfing beach in the whole wide world… I have absolutely no idea. Nevertheless… he does… come hell or high water. I have however lately noticed a few pictures sneaking into his newsletter from the far flung (slightly) warmer climes of the Maldives Madagascar and Fiji! I wonder if even he too is feeling the cold? LOL
Later that night… we flew home in radiant moonlight…
Cool photo of the full moon through glass -
(obviously not superstitious at all… well not much) LOL
but not before buying a small box of Krispy Kremes to take on the journey with us. I had never tasted them before… (we don’t have such “apparent” luxuries at home)… and the queue to the counter at the airport outlet was as long as your arm. Sheesh… all that fuss over a tiny deep fried cake with a hole! (grin)
As we filed onto the aircraft for the journey home… I noticed that the rather largish gentleman settling into the seat diagonally opposite had some too. Five jumbo boxes in fact. I watched as he lovingly stowed them into the overhead locker. Ahhh… another satisfied customer. (grin)
I wondered what it was about these overly sweet imported morsels that had our population queueing for days?
Whatever happened to good old Aussie vegemite then… or Arnotts Arrowroot biscuits for that matter… lashed with butter and dunked unceremoniously into hot billy tea?
Wearily contemplating the loss… I closed my eyes and stretched my legs out beneath the seat in front of me as the plane lifted into the night sky.
“Here you go Mum… have one… you’re gonna love ‘em!” she offered with a nudge.
I broke off a tiny piece and popped it into my mouth.
Yep… she was right… I did 
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