Time flies by quickly and still lots of places to see and things to do on my list. Not sure I will get them ticked off on this visit. No matter. On Tuesday I caught the ferry to Manly to meet up with Heather. We have got to know each other through Random Jottings and met up on my last visit and here we are again. Blogging and Facebook have brought me so many lovely friends. We sat and yakked for hours and Heather gave me a lovely present - a cake she had baked using a recipe from the Great Colchester Bake Off (in abeyance until my return) and asked if it needed improving. On my return I had a cup of tea and a slice and I can tell Heather now, it doesn't! We shall be meeting up before my return home and as she is visiting the UK in September another meet is on the cards.
Incidentally, if I have not mentioned it before, do take the Manly ferry - you get fantastic views of the Opera House and the harbour. In fact take ferries as often as you can, far cheaper than the official commercial cruises hawked around and just as good.
Then next day I went to Bronte beach. Kathryn had told me I should try it and I would love it and she was right. Far and away the nicest beach I have been to so far, out in the suburbs, about twenty minutes on the bus, and enclosed in a cove surrounded by grass and trees and houses up on the hill. Got there at around 10 am and more or less had the place to myself for two hours.
Delighted to see there was a natural rock pool at one end of the beach which made a perfect swimming pool so made sure I had a dip or two and it was lovely and warm and refreshing to the skin. Had lunch at one of a row of nice little cafes there and asked about the Coastal walk which runs from beach to beach. Kathryn had urged me to try that as well so after assuring the kind young lady at the cafe who checked I had sun screen and a full bottle of water, I set off. It took me about an hour to get from Bronte to Bondi. A quicker walker could do it in half that time but I was in no hurry and quite happy to be overlapped by What I Call Serious Walkers with maps and boots and sticks. Benches and seats at regular intervals so you could rest and just look and a lot of looking was on the cards as the scenary was simply stunning as you can see from the photos I am incorporating into this post.
Arrived safely at Bondi, rather tired and thirsty and was contemplating a sit down and a drink when I spotted my bus coming up the hill. Legged it and caught it and within half an hour was back home, feet aching and very tired. Kettle on and feet up, a bit of a zzzzzzz and felt fine. Just a lovely lovely day.