Other than that we’ve just arrived home after spending a week in Sydney; doing some things I’ve not done for a long time, & others I’ve never done at all. For the first time I saw a large passenger cruiser – The Dawn Princess – pull away from the wharf to be nudged out of the bay & under the Sydney Harbour Bridge by a single tugboat. What a magnificent sight & what an exceptional job the little tug did.
The Royal National Park proved it’s still a great draw card for Sydney visitors when the city’s putting on a magnificent display of superb Springtime weather. The little picnic spot by the river at Audley proved a perfect retreat for nibbling on tuna & salad sourdough rolls as the white cockatoos swooped down to visit.
Then it was off to the magnificent Wattamolla Beach with its brilliant cascading waterfall & magnificent views out to the Pacific. The rock wall the bikini-clad teenagers were leaping from didn’t seem to be as high as I’d remembered when a brother was braving the heights & the plunge into the clear blue waters as I struggled with arms, kicks & breaths learning to swim in the lagoon as a six-year old. Still new beautiful memories were created.
The drive through the park to the Stanwell Tops lookout was even more picturesque than remembered & the view from the destination magnificent in spite of the brisk breezes coming up from the south. We took advantage of the soft cone ice-cream van that was kept busy squeezing out curly ridges of creamy slush into wafer cones. What a treat alongside the view.
The round trip to Sydney via the Freeway was without incident & the traffic most agreeable being that it was holiday time I guess & devoid of the usual 3:30 school buses cramming the highways & by-ways with extra wheels.