Reflecting and Spain

Sometimes I wish I had never lived in another country so I would never know what I was missing. I don't think anywhere is truly a perfect place to live, but now I just feel these huge glaring omissions in my life in England. Like the sun; beautiful surroundings; affordable yet good quality sushi; amazing independent cafes each different from the next (Costa I want to bring you down*); Sundays on the beach; incredible restaurants; and...y'know...general joy, fun and vastly improved quality of life.

But I know that if I went back to live in Sydney there would be other empty holes that cannot be filled. Like family; The Guardian; BBC 6 Music; affordable and regular live music; London; proximity to Europe, and British and European culture, history and society; better clothes; and just a whole lot of really nice and interesting things that make you feel alive. What I also get in England though is a general feeling that life can just become a joyless daily slog towards not a lot.

I uploaded a bunch of photos the other week from my trip to Barcelona the week before Christmas, so here's a little insight into some fun in the Spanish sun (15 degrees and bright blue skies - perfect winter). Mark and I went out there to meet our friends from Sydney - Emma, Anya and Ellen, and another of their friends, Hannah.

Beautiful poinsettia in our apartment - the apartment was really nice and so cheap!

We went up to Gaudi's Park Guell - the only place I had really visited last time I went to Barcelona. It's so lovely there, although seemingly permanently heaving with tourists. It's like a lifesize toy park or a strange board game come to life.

View over Barca.

I made everyone pose as animals etc for photos but Mark would not pose!

We found this amazing cocktail bar called Pile 43 which served 674824 varieties of mojito. We went there twice actually. The lady who ran the bar was awesome and gave us vodka-lemon slice-turkish coffee shots along with our mojitos!

Mark and I on our second (early evening) visit... We visited the Picasso Museum which is really good and well worth a visit - I love it when you can see the progression in an artists work (often from a fairly traditional starting point - always particularly strange with an artist such as Picasso who ended up known for something rather more abstract and modern. I think my favourite instance of that kind of development is if you look at the works of Mondrian - quite a transformation!)

We ate paella and tapas and drank sangria and on our final day caught the train out to Figueres, a town famous as the birthplace of Salvador Dali and home to the Dali Theatre and Museum, which houses the largest collection of Dali works in the world. It's amazing - Dali helped to design it so the whole thing is like a Dali work in itself. He is also buried underneath the building.

The main courtyard. There are creepy people in the car and it rains inside the car!

Emma and Anya on the stairs...

It was nice to come home for Christmas, but Barcelona was definitely a fun distraction from surrounding stresses of life and work. Made me glad to be in Europe.

*Ubiquitous blandness is normally associated with Starbucks I know, but I learnt something from the Telegraph Magazine today: there are 650 Starbucks in the UK, compared with a staggering 1,300 Costas. That's more than there are even McDonalds.

The fiery portals of the east (and the west midlands)

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England

What better way to mark a return my return to England, after almost three years away, than with John of Gaunt's monologue from Shakespeare's Richard II. Settling back in to life on the top end of the world has its ups and downs, but England has undeniable gravitas.

I was fortunate enough to see a brilliant production of Richard II at the Tobacco Factory last weekend. It was the first time I had seen Shakespeare at the Tobacco Factory in action and they were so good. I think when you see a good Shakespeare production, you understand it completely even if you don't fully understand all the language. This was one of those.

John of Gaunt's son was Henry IV of England. Richard II's father was Edward Plantagenet, the Black Prince. The tombs of both lie in the crypt of Canterbury Cathedral, and I visited them a few weeks ago. Well, primarily I was visiting my sister, but Henry and Edward were almost as exciting. Bec was doing a concert with her Chamber Choir in the cathedral crypt, but we spent the day visiting firstly the Museum of Canterbury, then the Cathedral.

Canterbury is a lovely city, very small and neat and old and historic. We learnt its history in the museum, right through from its beginnings and Roman occupation, to the building of the Cathedral, Thomas Becket, Christopher Marlowe, Bagpuss, Clangers and Rupert the Bear (as a long-term collector of Rupert annuals, my dad was EXCITED).



Clangers are knitted bodies on a meccano skeleton! The museum is really good and at little over 3 quid quite a bargain.



Through the gate to the Cathedral. The Cathedral is huge, monumental and magnificent.



Inside there is so much atmosphere and history - a small flame marks the site where the tomb of Thomas Becket stood (destroyed by order of Henry VIII). Around this lie the aforementioned tombs of Henry IV and the Black Prince. We spent a good long time inside, gallivanting around. It was cold though, but I imagine the heating bills must be pretty high.



Bec's concert was really good, and well attended. The following day, we left her behind and journeyed up to Wolverhampton so Père could attend the football at Molineux and we could visit uncle Alan and auntie Jenny. We had a nice quiet Saturday evening in with them, then on Sunday morning went to the Beacon Hotel to drink the best beer in the world (if you are my dad), Sarah Hughes Ruby Mild (brewed at the pub). I am actually also a big fan of Ruby Mild, it is TASTY.



I love this picture of Père and uncle Alan as it shows what a serious business drinking Sarah Hughes Ruby Mild is. I also love the Beacon, as it is a perfectly preserved victorian pub. It's like a museum pub.

Melbs

My holidays are now complete. I think I went on 3 holidays in 5 weeks, which is rather decadent.

Holiday #2 involved a long weekend in Melbourne. Mark had been there all week, bumbling around at Melbourne Uni being philosophical and drinking coffee and wine and the rest of the time lounging around in a suite in a 4 star hotel. Oh the life of a philosopher.

I arrived on Friday via the aeroplane at around 10pm. Mark came to fetch me from the bus station and we caught the lovely tram up to Fitzroy to drink some wine and eat some late night desserts with some philosophy persons, before returning to the city and undertaking a lengthy slumber in the world's most comfortable bed.

Saturday it rained. And rained. And rained. And rained a bit more. We caught the trambulator to North Melbourne to a lovely cafe called the Auction Rooms and ate a wonderful brunch, accompanied by fresh juices and several coffees, giving us an excuse to sit there for almost 3 hours watching the rain fall outside. Not sure what to do, we ended up just heading back to the hotel and lying around for a bit, before heading back out on the tram back to Fitzroy to be our old friends Sam and Georgina's first ever houseguests in their new Melbourne flat!!! After a long stay working in NZ followed by several months travelling in South East Asia, they decided to move to Australia after visiting us in Sydney back in 2009. They had only been in the flat a few days and only had a mattress, 2 bar stools and an old TV to their names, but they also had a kitchen with wine so we had a bottle and talked about moving to Australia, moving to the UK, travelling.... It made me sad in a way that they are just arrived here and have a whole new life of fun to look forward to, while we are on our way out....I'm also sad that they are now in Australia just as we are leaving, so we won't get to hang out....the next time we see them will be at when they come back for their own wedding in the UK next July!

We walked out in the pouring rain over to the Veggie Bar and had a grand old meal and more and more wine before it was time to head to bed.

Sunday saw a slightly nicer day.



On the tram. Like the last time we went to Melbs, this time again I got so excited by the tram and took about 7386249372847 photos of the tram and us trambulating on it from inside and out. I have also used the word 'trambulating' so much now I think it might become a real word.

We went to Seven Seeds on Sunday for lunch - delicious toasted sandwiches and even more delicious coffee. We headed on down to the National Gallery of Victoria and had a little wander round, then back up to Brunswick Street for shopping and cafes. Sunday night was spent with Malaysian food and cocktails - we went back to Double Happiness, the bar we had been at on our last visit to Melbourne. It was brilliant.



I had a lychee based cocktail. Then we went over to our other favourite, the rooftop bar at Cookie and drank Kir Royale whilst gazing over the bright lights of Melbourne's CBD.

Monday we checked out of the hotel and went to the National Library of Victoria to print out boarding passes for the flight home. It's a pretty impressive place inside, all domed roofs and old books.

We were thinking about going up the Eureka Tower to the Skydeck on the 88th floor, the highest viewing platform in the Southern Hemisphere, but weren't sure as it was pretty expensive and the weather was still a bit grey. In the end though, we thought we'd go down there and have a look.



We decided to go up and it was so worth it! Seeing the city from so high up is really great. I didn't realise the sea was so close either, I thought Melbourne was inland, but you could see St Kilda and the coast really close by. It's also a lot higher than the Sydney tower so you get more of a sense of looking down rather than just out. Mark was clinging to the walls at first but he soon got used to it!



That's the view over the CBD.

From there we headed back to the hotel to collect our bags and make our way to the airport, where I proceeded to go mad for 2 hours as I had finished my Agatha Christie the day before (it was too exciting) and had literally nothing to do, until Mark went and bought me a newspaper to make me quieten down. Haha.

Musings on the present and the future.

Part of the Kaldor Public Art Projects 2010 is currently on just down the road from us in the former brickworks on the edge of Sydney Park. They are currently being used to contain Stephen Vitiello's sound installation "The Sound of Red Earth" - sounds recorded in the Kimberley region in Western Australia. Each of the buildings is a different theme - my favourite being the coastal one with sand on the floor and the sound of the ocean.





Mark has left for Europe for 3 weeks and thusly I am lonesome. Although I did go to the video shop and rent The Boat that Rocked, Notting Hill, and series 1 of Pushing Daisies, so I have many hours of entertainment. On Friday night we had a goodbye meal for Mark (the other Mark) and Daniella down at the Sultan's Table in Enmore, as they are leaving for India for the next few months! I've never really wanted to go to India before, well, not really been bothered about it I suppose, but I'm quite into the idea now! Thinking about an Indian holiday at some point. I am getting Japan cravings again, too - can't wait to go back but that's an expensive one so will probably be a few years before we make it back. I would love to visit the onsen (hot springs) and go down to Hiroshima.

Went to an election party the other week at Nick's house in Stanmore! Got confused when the coverage on different channels was showing completely different results, ended up dancing to video channels instead, drank a lot of red wine, and set fire to a picture of Tony Abbott in the garden. There is a hung parliament now, deja vu!!! Hung parliaments are à la mode.

Election aside, the main news over here for us is that it looks like we are moving back to the UK in 2011. Which feels incredibly soon and I'm not really sure I want to....but more on that another time.

Anyway, I need ideas for entertaining myself in Sydney over the next 3 weeks! I'm usually full of ideas for stuff I want to do when Mark goes away, but this time I'm at a slight loss, oddly. I'll have to plan some walks I guess. I think it's Pyrmont Markets next Saturday so I'll hopefully make it down there (although it's SUCH an early start!). I guess he's only been away over the hot times before, so I normally just go to the beach. No beach yet, not yet. In a few weeks hopefully the beach weather will come. Although I am fond of the beaches on a nice winter day for a walk - beaches are a lot more attractive when there aren't oodles of people slathered all over them.

We were saying recently how maybe one benefit of being back in the UK is that we will perhaps be a bit more sociable again. We have both been a little lonely in Sydney, Mark doesn't really see many people and most of the people I meet through work are not permanent in Aus, or they are just...'work people'...you know? Like...nice people.....but, you wouldn't necessarily socialise outside because you only have work in common really.
I've always made an effort to stay away from the "expat community" and all that business, because I always thought it seemed a bit counter-productive...like, if you move abroad and only socialise with people from the country you've moved from, you can only really be looking back, and I'm not one for looking back if I can help it. As it turned out, most of the people who became my closest friends were expats, non-australian, so maybe I shouldn't have tried to avoid that so much!

Aaaanyway, just looked up Mark's flights, he'll be in Berlin in about a hour, finally! Such a long journey, I've had two full days and one whole night's sleep since he started travelling. Actually can't wait to be in Europe again - not UK but Europe. A magical place where you can get a flight for an hour and a half and actually land in a different country from the one you set off from! Ahh. Going to watch this film now. Work tomorrow. Goodnight!

In which I make a rare foray outside Sydney

My goodness the weather has gone wonderful. Walking around the last few days in glorious sunshine, no coat, not even a jumper on. Perhaps spring has made it through. Time to plant some herbs.

Last week I was down in Wollongong, a couple of hours south of Sydney, for a work conference. It was long and tiring, but this was the view from my hotel room:



At 5pm on Thursday evening.



At 7am the following morning.

A busy few days were punctuated with walks on the beach and evening fun times with my work buddies. The last night was a Friday 13th themed dinner and ball, and everyone went all out on the fancy dress! I went as Alex from Clockwork Orange, borrowing Mark's white skinny jeans and braces and adding a black bowler hat to complete the look!

On Saturday, after it was all over, I checked out of the hotel and had a little walk round Wollongong. It's a hit and miss kind of place. Nice along one stretch of the water, a bit bland in the town itself and some parts seemed a bit run down.



I didn't hang around too long and headed for the station, where I caught a south coast line train 50 minutes further south to the little town of Kiama.

Kiama is a very attractive place and has a lot of historic buildings in its little centre. It's set around a little bay with a shingle beach, the main sandy surf beach being in the next bay down.



The main attraction however is the blowhole, up on the cliff, a natural feature where seawater is forced up through a hole in the cliff creating a huge plume and a very loud gurgle. There is a viewing platform built all around the blowhole, so I hung out there for a bit. I could have watched it for hours, it was brilliant! I never expected it to shoot out so high in the air.





Lighthouse and blowhole viewing platform.

Blowhole visited, I had a slow wander back to the station. My bag with all my stuff in from the conference was becoming pretty heavy so it was time to head for home. Unfortunately, the train ride was a long 3 hours, but there was a lot of great scenery on the way, along the coast and, further north, the Royal National Park.

Got home and Mark met me at the station with much needed Shenkin coffee! Then we spent the evening eating thai food and drinking wine up at Thai Passion in Newtown, before a long long sleep.

Singapore 2010

It's high time I did a holiday-blogging overload. Don't you love it when I do that? So, as you are probably all aware, dear readership, I am lately returned from a two week holiday in Japan.



We flew with Singapore Airlines, which meant a changeover in Singapore (it's a slightly circuitous route between Sydney and Tokyo but hey). It was my first time flying over Australia in daylight, which was cool as I got to see the desert. It's exciting at first, but after a couple of hours it's dull. Australia really is a big old country of nothing!

On the way out to Tokyo, we spent two nights in Singapore, staying with Neil (and his mum, who was also visiting from the US, as it happened!) in his lovely condo.

We arrived after a 7 hour flight on Wednesday evening, and after dropping our stuff headed out with Neil to Little India for dinner. We had a really great meal at a restaurant, and since Neil's mother grew up in India (they are Indian although he grew up in the US) we learnt a lot from her about Indian food and ways of cooking! After the meal, we went for a walk through the area - Little India is great, it's an area of Indian immigrants and it feels like being in India! Really different to the shiny calm of the rest of the city. A lot of shops were open even late at night and it was really interesting. We wandered down to the Temple, which entertained us by being quite traditional in style, but then having a big neon front. Haha.



On Thursday we had the whole day in Singapore. We got up and caught a taxi from Neil's to Orchard Road and looked around the shops for an hour or so and got some breakfast in a food court. We looked in a camera shop and Mark bought a really good Canon camera bag for only AU$40! (About £20 - we'd seen the same bag in Sydney for about $80!).



We also found good old Marks and Spencer and bought Percy Pigs and square crisps (omg I love M&S square crisps SO much).





CBD view.

Walked down to the marina and found a thai restaurant on the water where we had a pretty good lunch, but while we were eating it starting POURING with rain. We sat in the restaurant for as long as possible but eventually had to go, so we retreated next door into the Esplanade, Theatres on the Bay building. The building is pretty cool and they didn't seem to mind people sitting around inside, there was even a free exhibition on how they designed it.



It's nicknamed the 'Durian' after the prickly tropical fruit native to the area. More on durians later.

It stopped raining so we made our way back towards Raffles Hotel.



Raffles is so colonial it's crazy! It makes you feel like at the beginning of Empire of the Sun, like drinking cocktails in the middle of the afternoon is perfectly natural.



We went into the Long Bar and enjoyed our Singapore Slings (we had one each cus we're not stingy like Pere :-P).



Mark enjoyed the abundance of peanuts to eat on each table.
We got kind of bored after our cocktails. Just wanted to get off to Tokyo by that point I think. We did the best bits of Singapore on our previous visit, I think (Botanic Gardens and the Zoo) and to be honest there's not that much to do there. Other than shop. We looked round another mall but I wanted to save money for Japan so we didn't really look properly. Eventually it was time to head back to meet Neil and his mum and we walked up the road for a meal - it was a crazy buffet type place with all sorts of asian cuisine - I got to try a lot of fun things! I tried three new fruits, I shall review them here.

1. Durian

Wikipedia on Durian. The Durian is an odd fruit. It has a very unique smell and taste and is very popular in south east asia. Inexplicably popular. It has an intense stench, such that it is banned on planes, in hotels and on the Singapore subway system (there are signs forbidding durians next to the usual 'no smoking' signs, it's quite an amusing sight!). If you read the wiki page there are some wonderful descriptions of durian eating by different people. I ate mine in a 'durian puff' - a chunk of fruit wrapped in thin pastry - a popular dessert. The flesh is creamy and pulpy and pungent, the smell is like gone off milk and smelly feet. It was, quite frankly, revolting.

2. Soursop

Wikipedia on the Soursop. The Soursop was a far more pleasant experience. Again it's soft and fleshy, but sweet and creamy and pleasant. It's quite light and refreshing.

3. Longan

Wikipedia on the Longan. The Longan is even more pleasant still. It's like a small lychee, but slightly less stringy and much much sweeter. I find lychees can be a bit bland, but these were delicious.

Fruit tested, we returned to bed, for an early start on Friday as we were off on the plane again, this time to Tokyo!!

Eurasia

Watching Kevin McCloud's Grand Tour is giving me itchy feet. I've been in one place so long, and Australia can feel so restricting. I want to see Greece, I want to see Sarajevo, I want to see Rome, I want to swim off Croatian beaches, I want to dance all night in Berlin clubs, I want to wander down side streets in St Germain eating crepes in Paris. Try to find somewhere interesting to go for 3 days or so that can be easily accessed from Sydney, and you basically come up with....Melbourne.

Now, Melbourne is a great place. I possibly had more fun there than I've ever had anywhere else in my life, in terms of marauding and gallivanting and generally drinking too much and going to bed at 6am. It's attractive, clean, easy to navigate, friendly, varied, cultural, affordable and generally an all round good, interesting place to pass some time. But, both of us having spent some time there, it's no longer perhaps the most exciting destination. It's essentially Sydney, with trams.

You can get onto a plane in Sydney, fly for over 5 hours, get off the plane, and still be in the same country. I'm yearning for some variety. The kind of variety you get in Europe in such abundance. I know there are some beautiful places relatively nearby, but most are inaccessible or at least difficult to come by by public transport (Hawkesbury River, Hunter Valley and the Snowy Mountains to name just a few I seem to be coming up against a google-brick-wall of useful transport options).

I find the programs shown on Aus TV, in particular ABC which buys a lot of BBC imports, somewhat odd sometimes. A lot of the shows are very Euro-centric, or even British-centric, and I wonder how this really goes down with the average aussie viewer. One night, I found myself watching an episode of a Bristish property show, 'Escape to the Country', which was extolling the virtues of the common dream of moving to Cornwall. I highly doubt there are large numbers of aussies desperately interested in the trials and tribulations of buying an overpriced pokey seventies' stone-clad cottage with a view of a dismal grey drizzly coastline. I do wonder though, if some Australians ever share this feeling of being stuck in a big expanse of the cultural same old.

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After a scorching hot day yesterday, we took a picnic down to Sydney Park and sat out on the hill until it got too dark to see. Last night was the warmest night for 13 years, with the temperature 'dropping' to an overnight low of 26 degrees. Today is all change, however, and there is a distinct wintery chill in the air, especially as it is now starting to get dark a little earlier. I have a stressful week this week, but I'm looking forward to a bit of relaxation at the weekend, perhaps a trip to the beach as there will not be many more opportunities now.

Last weekend we saw British Sea Power play at the Manning Bar and they were excellent. Afterwards we trundled to the townie (what is that pub's full name??) for gin and I met a man from Cheltenham who is seconding at the British High Commission in Canberra, which was interesting as I secretly would love to work for the British High Commission. I did also secretly want to work for the government but not if it means I have to get bitch-slapped by a raging Gordon Brown. *quiver*

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I was going to end this post by querying whether I should watch QI or go to bed but I appear to now be watching QI so there we go.

Avalon - Palm Beach - Pittwater

February is off to a wet start. It's rained everyday in varying degrees, and this weekend has so far seen some serious torrential rain that shows no sign of letting up (it's so heavy and loud this afternoon I couldn't hear the sound on the film I was watching!).
Being confined to the house does make for a pleasant, relaxing break every now and again though, and gives me a chance to catch up on a few things. This afternoon I booked us vegan meals on our Japan flights and then embarked on several hours of note-taking from our Japan guidebooks. My goodness there are so many things I want to see and do! I've only covered the Northern Tokyo areas of Asakusa, Ueno and Yanaka so far and I already have about a month's worth of sightseeing opportunities!

January gave us some changeable weather, regular showers but enough sunny days to make up for it. One of the best days turned out to be the Australia Day public holiday, on Tuesday 26th, so Mark and I headed off for a day out up in the northernmost edge of Sydney.

Our final destination was Palm Beach, the furthest north of Sydney's Northern Beaches suburbs, just over 40km from the city. We made an early start, arriving at Wynyard in good time to board the 9.30am L90 bus. As the bus journey was a long one (over 90 minutes in total), we had decided to get day tickets so we could get on and off the bus to break the journey up a bit.

The L90 meanders up through most of the Northern Beaches and you get some good views of the coastline at Dee Why, Collaroy, Narrabeen and Newport. After a perusal of our guidebooks, we settled on stopping off at Avalon, which is actually the last suburb the bus goes through before Palm Beach itself. Whale Beach actually lies in between the two, but the bus doesn't visit it, sticking to the main road into Palm Beach.

Australia Day events in some areas led to the limited road infrastructure of the more northerly suburbs becoming rather busy, so we ended up being on the bus 90 minutes just to get to Avalon, when it should have been little more than an hour. But oh, it was worth it! We hopped off the bus when we saw a sign for the beach carpark and pootled across the wide uninspiring main road to find the view opening out in front of us into a glorious golden sandy beach bordered by rocky, bush-covered headland.



It had such a different feel to the built-up city beach suburbs. From the beach you can only see a handful of buildings, most of which are just the toilet block and changing rooms. That, coupled with the distinct lack of people when compared to the more central beaches gave it a very tucked away feel and made you feel so lucky to have discovered it.

We had planned to just stop off for 30 minutes or so but we ended up lying under the shade of the trees for over an hour and ate most of our picnic lunch. We then headed back for the next bus to take us the last 20 minutes or so journey into Palm Beach. Palm Beach is basically a slender peninsula, on the eastern side of which lies the ocean, and on the western side is Pittwater and the mouth of the Hawkesbury River. As the bus continued north, the land grew narrower until at some points you could almost see water on both sides.

We hopped off the bus just before it pulled onto the beach road and walked across the park onto the sand. Palm Beach is home to some of Australia's most affluent people and this is very clearly reflected in a lot of the real estate in the area. As we walked onto the beach, you could see why it attracts people. It is absolutely stunning. And huge. I didn't realise what a long beach it was, it goes on for miles!



I didn't end up taking many photos in the end, but you can see some posh houses up on the cliff there!
Palm Beach was a lot busier than Avalon, which makes sense. Palm Beach is quite a tourist attraction due to it doubling up as the fictional Summer Bay, setting of long running soap opera Home & Away. So whereas Avalon was populated mostly with local families, Palm Beach had a greater mix of younger people. I don't think I have ever watched Home & Away in my life, so I can't tell you much in relation to that, although there is apparently some bit of set you can see!

We swam in the sea for a good long while and it was entirely enjoyable. Then we packed up and used our bus passes to hop round to the western, Pittwater side of the peninsula. This side has the Palm Beach ferry wharf, from where you can get ferries to locations around Pittwater, as well as up to Wagstaff and Ettalong to the north of the area.



We decided to take a trip just across to the other side of the water to Great Mackarel Beach, and we had a little walk up and down the wharf side whilst waiting for the boat.



The ferry return trip at about $13 is worth it in itself, even if you don't get off the boat. The views from the boat are spectacular. As you leave Palm Beach's shores behind, you get some great views of Barrenjoey Head and the lighthouse, as well as a good view of the west side of Palm Beach itself.





Across Pittwater are the shores of Kuringai National Park. All the stops on this ferry trip are within the park.



The ferry makes a few stop-offs at some tiny wharves nestled in dense bushland, followed by Currawong Beach and, finally, Great Mackerel Beach, where we get off.



Great Mackerel Beach is a tiny beach on the shores of the National Park, accessible only by boat. It was glorious. Aside from a few rustic looking beachhouses there was nothing there and you just felt so far away from everything, bliss! Steep cliffs on each side were coated in thick, dark bush and the expanse of Pittwater stretched peacefully out in front of you.



There had obviously been a few people over there earlier in the day having Australia Day celebrations, but most people had packed up now so we had the beach practically to ourselves. The only downside was that we could only stay on the beach for an hour as the last ferry service of the day soon came by to collect us and we returned to the mainland.

The sun was going down by now and there were some amazing views in the fading light back across the water.



Unfortunately, we then had to get back on the L90 for an uninspiring and long journey back to the city in the dark. But it was a brilliant day out and I couldn't believe we'd not been up there before. I guess we just didn't really know what was there before I looked into it. Hope we can find time to go back before too long!

Japan

Very early this morning, Mark and I booked our flights to JAPAN!!!!

We leave on 24th March, spend two nights in Singapore, then 26th March - 9th April in Tokyo and Kyoto.

CAN'T WAIT!!!