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Rob Wheatley
Rob Wheatley
Wednesday, 16 August 2017
Sunday, 2 January 2011
Day 29: Bronte beach
Today we are going to meet up with Tora and Donna in Bronte, it's a Sydney suburb south of the harbour, just below Bondi. We pitch up at their pad in Bronte just after 11. Tom spots two hands waving from the top floor and we make up our way up and are rewarded with a fab view from their balcony. Its a gorgeous apartment and full of light. Its also home to a very shy cat which very sensibly goes into hiding when she spots Tom and Sarah. There is some artwork on the walls that I like. I later find out that Donna and Tora's mum are the artistes! I never knew that Tora's mum was so talented, she has kept that too well hidden. Tom immediately made himself at home by finding the kids channel on the TV and demanding a drink of milk!
After sun creaming up, we head downhill to Bronte beach, it's only a few minutes walk away downhill. Lucky lucky people! Tora says they are beach regulars and like nothing better than to chill on the beach. If I lived so close I'd turn into one too. I can appreciate the benefits of living in a city like Sydney.
Donna and Tora have brought a beach umbrella for the kids...but it's me who really benefits :) Its very pleasant sitting on the beach in the shade having a good natter while Rob and kids go off exploring on the beach, Tom making a beeline for the rocks. There is a safe swimming area on the beach protected by a ring of rocks with the great name of "The Bogey Hole", so bogey must mean something different here! There's also a cafe with the same name.
Sky advertising, Future Music Festival.
After Tora gets roped into some sand castle building with Sarah, in no time at all tummies are rumbling. We opt for lunch on the beach as it's so pleasant and we can't be bothered to move. Rob and Tora hunter gather, fish and chips for the kids and wraps for the grownups. My wrap looks massive but I have no trouble polishing it off....both Rob and I are taking some of Oz home with us ;)
I take a dip in the bogey hole but am missing the big waves so head off to the patrolled area for a swim, it's good fun but a bit rough as there are lots of deep/shallow bits and I am an old lady swimmer who doesn't like getting my face wet. Again lots of people swimming where they shouldn't and announcements by harried life guards urging people to get out and get between the flags.
Before we know it it's after 4 and we decide to head back to the appartment before hitting Bondi...well that's the intention. The hunt for Toms crocs has to start. Donna remembers that Tom had been mucking about burying them in the sand. After some frantic digging (they are after all the only footwear we have brought for Tom), Tora locates the crocs, he managed to bury one pretty deep.
By the time we walk up the hill, fitting Bondi in with increasingly tired children doesn't seem like such a good idea. Instead a very welcome cold beer and a sample of a lemmington awaits ( a chocolate covered coconut sponge finger, an Aussie favourite, can't see the attraction!) Can't get a decent biscuit in Oz...don't get why Arnotts Timtams are such a hit either. Tora is in agreement with us on the biscuit topic and Cadburys.
Tora had to take an Aussie test to become a citizen. Questions range from cricket, pavlova, to who won the Melbourne Gold cup in 1932! I kid you not. The ashes seems to have been going on since we arrived. Don't think I will ever get cricket and why it's so popular. The booklet is interesting, they should hand it out to tourists when they get off the plane. I think I would struggle very hard to feign an interest in cricket so perhaps Oz isn't ready for me yet. They'll have to find a new sport....or ditch sport altogether ;)
For the first time this holiday, Tom has a complete flip and has to be dragged crying to the car when we leave, makes a huge fuss about wanting a glass of milk and poor Donna and Tora get to witness the meltdown. He is shattered so will let him off this time. Get back at a very reasonable 630pm to Kellyville where the lovely Sarah has dinner waiting for all of us. Both Rob and I are getting very sad at the prospect of returning to blighty, the kids are excited as keep taking about what Santa has brought them.
Wheatleys Christmas photo, we hijack the Armstrong tree.
A final walk with the dogs, it's a beautiful evening and plenty of stars to be seen. Rob has the kids in bed when I get back so time for some vino and a final evening in Australia :(
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After sun creaming up, we head downhill to Bronte beach, it's only a few minutes walk away downhill. Lucky lucky people! Tora says they are beach regulars and like nothing better than to chill on the beach. If I lived so close I'd turn into one too. I can appreciate the benefits of living in a city like Sydney.
Donna and Tora have brought a beach umbrella for the kids...but it's me who really benefits :) Its very pleasant sitting on the beach in the shade having a good natter while Rob and kids go off exploring on the beach, Tom making a beeline for the rocks. There is a safe swimming area on the beach protected by a ring of rocks with the great name of "The Bogey Hole", so bogey must mean something different here! There's also a cafe with the same name.
Sky advertising, Future Music Festival.
After Tora gets roped into some sand castle building with Sarah, in no time at all tummies are rumbling. We opt for lunch on the beach as it's so pleasant and we can't be bothered to move. Rob and Tora hunter gather, fish and chips for the kids and wraps for the grownups. My wrap looks massive but I have no trouble polishing it off....both Rob and I are taking some of Oz home with us ;)
I take a dip in the bogey hole but am missing the big waves so head off to the patrolled area for a swim, it's good fun but a bit rough as there are lots of deep/shallow bits and I am an old lady swimmer who doesn't like getting my face wet. Again lots of people swimming where they shouldn't and announcements by harried life guards urging people to get out and get between the flags.
Before we know it it's after 4 and we decide to head back to the appartment before hitting Bondi...well that's the intention. The hunt for Toms crocs has to start. Donna remembers that Tom had been mucking about burying them in the sand. After some frantic digging (they are after all the only footwear we have brought for Tom), Tora locates the crocs, he managed to bury one pretty deep.
By the time we walk up the hill, fitting Bondi in with increasingly tired children doesn't seem like such a good idea. Instead a very welcome cold beer and a sample of a lemmington awaits ( a chocolate covered coconut sponge finger, an Aussie favourite, can't see the attraction!) Can't get a decent biscuit in Oz...don't get why Arnotts Timtams are such a hit either. Tora is in agreement with us on the biscuit topic and Cadburys.
Tora had to take an Aussie test to become a citizen. Questions range from cricket, pavlova, to who won the Melbourne Gold cup in 1932! I kid you not. The ashes seems to have been going on since we arrived. Don't think I will ever get cricket and why it's so popular. The booklet is interesting, they should hand it out to tourists when they get off the plane. I think I would struggle very hard to feign an interest in cricket so perhaps Oz isn't ready for me yet. They'll have to find a new sport....or ditch sport altogether ;)
For the first time this holiday, Tom has a complete flip and has to be dragged crying to the car when we leave, makes a huge fuss about wanting a glass of milk and poor Donna and Tora get to witness the meltdown. He is shattered so will let him off this time. Get back at a very reasonable 630pm to Kellyville where the lovely Sarah has dinner waiting for all of us. Both Rob and I are getting very sad at the prospect of returning to blighty, the kids are excited as keep taking about what Santa has brought them.
Wheatleys Christmas photo, we hijack the Armstrong tree.
A final walk with the dogs, it's a beautiful evening and plenty of stars to be seen. Rob has the kids in bed when I get back so time for some vino and a final evening in Australia :(
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Day 28: Manly, Ferry and Sydney Opera House
A beautiful day dawns as promised by the weather forecast, clear blue skies and up in the mid 20s. We are one down in our convoy as Alana is off with her school friend for the day, much to our Sarah's disappointment.
On the drive there, Tom is desperate to travel with Axel and Finn. I relent, to keep her ladyship happy, I get to sit in the back seat with her and sing with my 'good' voice. Oh well, there will come the time, that my singing will be an acute embarrassment to her.
We follow Axel and get caught up in some infamous Sydney traffic snarl on the way to Manly but we still get there in over an hour ( how cool is that to be so close to such a fab beach ?! Am so green). Another great beach, much busier than any of the beaches which we had we have been on the north coast but with lots of potential for people watching, or in Robs case gawping.
Tom does his usual and befriends some girl on the beach and they play happily in the shallow waters. I get talking to the Oz Dad and he says it's his eight year old daughters first time on the beach, she is clearly loving it. They are somewhere from the Murray river ( location of which I am clueless). Amazing they havent made it to the beach in 8 years! But I suppose it gives an idea of the vastness of Australia and the distances to be covered.
Note: Again, we are lucky with our choice of day for Manly. The next day, the beach is evacuated as a shoal of sharks are spotted!
The thing is about Oz beaches is that the patrolled life guard area is quite small in comparison to the vast length of the beach. It will never cease to amaze me that people continue to swim elsewhere. Poor life guards are shouting through loud speakers to get these people to move or get out of the water where there are prominent danger signs. Maybe I'm a bit hard but perhaps there should be some natural selection... that's why they can keep making Bondi rescue!
(I have a healthy respect for the sea, probably as a result of being rescued as a child...twice. One of the times, big sister Mairead and I decided it was a good idea to sneak off with the airbed when there was an offshore breeze. A man from Cork brought us back as we headed off out in the Atlantic and poor Mum was running up and down the beach with baby Sine in her arms.)
After a couple of hours, the troops start getting hungry. Delicious fish'n'chips beside the ferry port. Next we hop on the Manly ferry, destination Circular Quay. What a way to commute to work! Rob is a bit disappointed as the light is all wrong for taking pics but it's great to see Sydney from the water, sail boats and motor boats zipping through the water, catching glimpses of houses right on the water. There are also areas of national park dotted around the harbour. It doesn't feel like a city, in a good way. We get a prime seat right at the front (the sea farers can tell me the proper term).
After docking, time for another ice-cream. We pass what looks like the same bloke from yesterday playing the Diggerydoo. For some reason, it feels more tuneful..but am still not buying a CD of it.
Next, a walk around that iconic landmark the Sydney Opera house. Up close, it looks like it's covered in beige kitchen tiles! Very impressive. All the kids really tempted to walk up and slide down the slopes but alas for them there are signs not to do this. There is a walkway around the OH and there is a strong breeze which is very refreshing as the day is hot, great views of Harbour bridge. Have to pinch myself, the harbour is stunning. There are preparations in place for New Years Eve at the OH. Lucky sods who get to sit in this prime spot to see the fireworks. There are lots of carefree (read child free) people catching a drink at the OH bar, the cold beers look to die for but we head back to the ferry as the kids are tired.
Poor Sarah gets whacked on the eye as she goes through the barrier, the ticket says it admits 2 children but that's not what the small red mark on Sarah's face is saying. She is a brave soldier and doesn't cry for too long.
On the drive back, both Sarah and Tom travel with Axel. The car is weirdly quiet on the way back as no contributions from the back seat: squabbling over who gets to sing jingle bells, requests for me to sing christmas carols, speed limit advice, general driving tips etc etc.
Christine (Sarah's mum) has offered to babysit so us parents get to go to a restaurant with real napkins and proper table cloths! Whey hey man! We have travelled to the southern Hemisphere and end up in a place called the Eurolounge ;) Strange choice of music playing, lift/elevator/porn (am I allowed say that ?!) Sarah really wants someone to order the dessert that is flambed at the table but no takers, we all feel we are stuck in some sort of 80's vortex. The waitress has a face on her like a slapped arse (Sarahs description!) Whatever, it's great to be out pretending to be real grownups and not selecting from the McD menu ;) Nice steak but it wasn't medium rare. Puddings were yummy.
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Day 27: Darling Harbour, Darling!
--Axel and Sarah have been doing such a good job entertaining us in the evenings and plying us with booze that am trying to write this is Singapore airport!
The weather promised to be cloudy so we headed in to Sydney in convoy to Darling Harbour to the Maritime Museum. Poor (big) Sarah had to work so we left her behind. Protests from Tom as he wanted to travel with Axel, Alana and Finn in their car but we knew Sarah would miss Tom too much ;) I.e. Kick up a big fuss at being left behind with boring Mum and Dad.
Darling Harbour looks impressive with the towering buildings and the narrow water way. First stop is the swirly water fountain which all the kids love. Can see a few boats in the water which obviously belong to the museum
We opt for the submarine and the battle ship as we reckon this will please the kids the most. There is a replica of Captain Cooks Endeavour which made the trip in 1770, alas won't get to see it this time. First the Vampire, can't remember exactly it's function but it was a battle ship that didn't see much action. The australian navy was formed about 1909. The Vampire was refitted in 1981 and they retired it in 1985 and it acted as a training ship for a time before getting to the museum. So whose clever idea was to refit it and then almost immediately retire it ?! Anyway the kids raced around it, would have preferred a slower pace but I am the boring one who likes to read about where they are ;) Rob fits in the kid category. I always like comparing the officer quarters against where the lower ranks go, I know where I'd like to be. All the beds even the captains looked very short and narrow, is there a height restriction for navy personnel ?! I don't think a life at sea was ever meant for me. I'd have to be up in the captains lounge drinking tea from a china cup. Picture of Liz 2 was on the wall.
Aye, aye matey.
Captains log, star date ...it looked like this seat was ripped out of a Fiesta!
Rob tries to blow up a Sydney landmark...
Officer's room.
After an hour on the battle ship, and the time approaching 1pm, the were rumblings of discontent among the younger members of the party, protests of I'm hungry started with Tom (and then Finn). Anyway they were persuaded to hang on a bit longer for the submarine. We queued up as they only allow 50 on at time. Another race through but this time I was glad not to be delaying, felt very claustrophobic. The submarine was in service up to 1998. Up to 60 men were on board at any one time. the bunks were narrow and short again, After seeing the loos and washing facilities, my first thought was that it must have reeked with 60 blokes living in such cramped conditions. It also reminded me of being in a long haul journey on a plane. The elderly guide, ex navy gave a very colourful description of what happens to your lungs if you come up too quickly from the deep, chests ripping open and lungs spewed out, nice. In an emergency there was a pipe running along where the sailors could breathe as they waited 2 at a time to escape out the hatch, scary. I'd hate to be number 60.
The Hunt for Red October...
Even Tom has trouble getting into a sailors bed..
Really glad to have visited the sub, its a first for me. Tom thinks it's so "cool". Maccas for lunch -again, much to the delight of the kids, hey its fuel and Darling Harbour food court is now mobbed since we first went to the museum.
Boring old me who actually reads brochures/leaflets spots that we can get parking for 12 dollars all day when visiting the museum instead of the normal 30 plus :)
Another walk around the harbour, an ice-cream listening to a chap playing acid diggerydo (10 dollars for an hour long CD, think I'd prefer to shoot myself) and we decide to head back to the 'burbs and catch up with Sarah and her mum Christine.
As it's been years since I walked a dog, I offer to walk the two dogs with Sarah. It's a chance to get out and have a chat and to get a few minutes away from the kids ;) Sarah has Alana to shadow and Tom has already acquainted himself with the TV so we make our escape. We are having a grand old time until a pit bull terrier off the lead with no obvious owner in sight makes a play for Mosely the golden Labrador and starts to hump him, bit of a scary moment as the pit is aggressive and starts following us. There is a kids playground nearby so you have to wonder how irresponsible some people are. Anyway rant over, we practically run away from the pit and make our way home. Our very gracious hosts lay on a BBQ and we double our vegetable intake for the entire holiday;) Tom actually eats half a chicken kebab, now that's a first.
Lots more booze and some PS3 action later, it's bed time.
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The weather promised to be cloudy so we headed in to Sydney in convoy to Darling Harbour to the Maritime Museum. Poor (big) Sarah had to work so we left her behind. Protests from Tom as he wanted to travel with Axel, Alana and Finn in their car but we knew Sarah would miss Tom too much ;) I.e. Kick up a big fuss at being left behind with boring Mum and Dad.
Darling Harbour looks impressive with the towering buildings and the narrow water way. First stop is the swirly water fountain which all the kids love. Can see a few boats in the water which obviously belong to the museum
We opt for the submarine and the battle ship as we reckon this will please the kids the most. There is a replica of Captain Cooks Endeavour which made the trip in 1770, alas won't get to see it this time. First the Vampire, can't remember exactly it's function but it was a battle ship that didn't see much action. The australian navy was formed about 1909. The Vampire was refitted in 1981 and they retired it in 1985 and it acted as a training ship for a time before getting to the museum. So whose clever idea was to refit it and then almost immediately retire it ?! Anyway the kids raced around it, would have preferred a slower pace but I am the boring one who likes to read about where they are ;) Rob fits in the kid category. I always like comparing the officer quarters against where the lower ranks go, I know where I'd like to be. All the beds even the captains looked very short and narrow, is there a height restriction for navy personnel ?! I don't think a life at sea was ever meant for me. I'd have to be up in the captains lounge drinking tea from a china cup. Picture of Liz 2 was on the wall.
Aye, aye matey.
Captains log, star date ...it looked like this seat was ripped out of a Fiesta!
Rob tries to blow up a Sydney landmark...
Officer's room.
After an hour on the battle ship, and the time approaching 1pm, the were rumblings of discontent among the younger members of the party, protests of I'm hungry started with Tom (and then Finn). Anyway they were persuaded to hang on a bit longer for the submarine. We queued up as they only allow 50 on at time. Another race through but this time I was glad not to be delaying, felt very claustrophobic. The submarine was in service up to 1998. Up to 60 men were on board at any one time. the bunks were narrow and short again, After seeing the loos and washing facilities, my first thought was that it must have reeked with 60 blokes living in such cramped conditions. It also reminded me of being in a long haul journey on a plane. The elderly guide, ex navy gave a very colourful description of what happens to your lungs if you come up too quickly from the deep, chests ripping open and lungs spewed out, nice. In an emergency there was a pipe running along where the sailors could breathe as they waited 2 at a time to escape out the hatch, scary. I'd hate to be number 60.
The Hunt for Red October...
Even Tom has trouble getting into a sailors bed..
Really glad to have visited the sub, its a first for me. Tom thinks it's so "cool". Maccas for lunch -again, much to the delight of the kids, hey its fuel and Darling Harbour food court is now mobbed since we first went to the museum.
Boring old me who actually reads brochures/leaflets spots that we can get parking for 12 dollars all day when visiting the museum instead of the normal 30 plus :)
Another walk around the harbour, an ice-cream listening to a chap playing acid diggerydo (10 dollars for an hour long CD, think I'd prefer to shoot myself) and we decide to head back to the 'burbs and catch up with Sarah and her mum Christine.
As it's been years since I walked a dog, I offer to walk the two dogs with Sarah. It's a chance to get out and have a chat and to get a few minutes away from the kids ;) Sarah has Alana to shadow and Tom has already acquainted himself with the TV so we make our escape. We are having a grand old time until a pit bull terrier off the lead with no obvious owner in sight makes a play for Mosely the golden Labrador and starts to hump him, bit of a scary moment as the pit is aggressive and starts following us. There is a kids playground nearby so you have to wonder how irresponsible some people are. Anyway rant over, we practically run away from the pit and make our way home. Our very gracious hosts lay on a BBQ and we double our vegetable intake for the entire holiday;) Tom actually eats half a chicken kebab, now that's a first.
Lots more booze and some PS3 action later, it's bed time.
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Thursday, 30 December 2010
Day 26: To Sydney! First stop the Rocks.
We're 4 days behind in the blog. Too busy seeing people in Sydney. Here's the 1st of the 4.......
The rain is hammering down in the am and we need to be out of the rental by 11am. We are just out on time. The cleaner pulls up bang on 11. Initially not sure of our plans but the weather decides for us. It's misty, murky and cloudy and not a lot of scenery to be seen so we decide to head to Sydney. Again, the sun shone when we needed it too and we feel a bit smug as we see all the tour buses heading in the opposite direction to 'not' see the sights of the Blue Mountains. Sat Nav is set and declares will be at The Rocks (Sydney) by 12.40 :)
Only 40 minutes in, Rob in need of a coffee so we stop off at the McCafe for a cup much to the delight of the kids. Rob has been suffering wifi withdrawal symptoms since we got to the Blue Mountains and the face book/email junky needs his fix! The kids are so excited to be in McDonalds or Maccas as they like to call it so we indulge in some cakes and an extra shot in the coffees for the grownups. It's a bit sad how much we've seen of Ronald this holiday but the free wifi is a bonus as most of the hotels have charged about 5 dollars an hour. We eventually start nearing Sydney after 1pm. I am doing things the old fashioned way and looking at a minuscule map in the guidebook. Saint Sat Nav finally blots her copy book by completely losing the plot and bringing us over the harbour Bridge when we didn't need to but it's quite cool to see it anyway. It just went crazy, spinning the map around and jumping our position from street to street. Sky is cloudy but it's dry.
We navigate the old fashioned way and back we go over the bridge and make our own way until the satnav starts to behave itself. Finding somewhere to park is interesting. We duck in to one place and it's 62 dollars for just over 3 hours, swift exit! Lucky for us it's a public holiday and not too busy and we find more reasonable parking for 4.40 for 2 hours :)
We have a wander about and pitch ourselves at Circular Quay and catch our first glimpse of the Opera house. it's a bit grey so we decide we'll do the tour on the water another day. There is a massive cruise ship in and the place is buzzing.
Grab some street snacks, Sarah eats her corn with gusto, so good, refuses to give Mummy a taste.
As car parking ticket about to expire, we decide to make our way to our Sydney home, we are crashing with Sarah and Axel and family in Kellyville. We have no idea how long it'll take. Back over Harbour bridge again and in no time at all we get to KV just after 430. Whoops we are way too early, quick diversion to a local park and Tom and Sarah stretch their legs and the sun briefly shines. Next stop the bottle shop for beer and wine and then on to Sarah's.
Both Sarah and Axel haven't changed one bit, last time we met Alana was Sarah's age and Finn was just a tiny baby. Within minutes, Sarah(little) is in awe of Alana and starts trailing her. Then Sarah(little) finds the drum kit and gives her all, the din is incredible and maybe the Armstrongs are regretting having us ;) A drum kit was on the Christmas list so maybe there is one in Marlow...Rob and I get a taste of what we are in for. Tom has a go too. (Note to self, hide drum sticks before going to bed!) Sarah is not too bad and is giving her rock version of Jingle Bells.
After a fab home cooked meal (so good for us after all the rubbish we've been eating), we stay up late drinking too much and reminiscing over our Brighton days. And yes I remembered to hide the sticks.
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The rain is hammering down in the am and we need to be out of the rental by 11am. We are just out on time. The cleaner pulls up bang on 11. Initially not sure of our plans but the weather decides for us. It's misty, murky and cloudy and not a lot of scenery to be seen so we decide to head to Sydney. Again, the sun shone when we needed it too and we feel a bit smug as we see all the tour buses heading in the opposite direction to 'not' see the sights of the Blue Mountains. Sat Nav is set and declares will be at The Rocks (Sydney) by 12.40 :)
Only 40 minutes in, Rob in need of a coffee so we stop off at the McCafe for a cup much to the delight of the kids. Rob has been suffering wifi withdrawal symptoms since we got to the Blue Mountains and the face book/email junky needs his fix! The kids are so excited to be in McDonalds or Maccas as they like to call it so we indulge in some cakes and an extra shot in the coffees for the grownups. It's a bit sad how much we've seen of Ronald this holiday but the free wifi is a bonus as most of the hotels have charged about 5 dollars an hour. We eventually start nearing Sydney after 1pm. I am doing things the old fashioned way and looking at a minuscule map in the guidebook. Saint Sat Nav finally blots her copy book by completely losing the plot and bringing us over the harbour Bridge when we didn't need to but it's quite cool to see it anyway. It just went crazy, spinning the map around and jumping our position from street to street. Sky is cloudy but it's dry.
We navigate the old fashioned way and back we go over the bridge and make our own way until the satnav starts to behave itself. Finding somewhere to park is interesting. We duck in to one place and it's 62 dollars for just over 3 hours, swift exit! Lucky for us it's a public holiday and not too busy and we find more reasonable parking for 4.40 for 2 hours :)
We have a wander about and pitch ourselves at Circular Quay and catch our first glimpse of the Opera house. it's a bit grey so we decide we'll do the tour on the water another day. There is a massive cruise ship in and the place is buzzing.
Grab some street snacks, Sarah eats her corn with gusto, so good, refuses to give Mummy a taste.
As car parking ticket about to expire, we decide to make our way to our Sydney home, we are crashing with Sarah and Axel and family in Kellyville. We have no idea how long it'll take. Back over Harbour bridge again and in no time at all we get to KV just after 430. Whoops we are way too early, quick diversion to a local park and Tom and Sarah stretch their legs and the sun briefly shines. Next stop the bottle shop for beer and wine and then on to Sarah's.
Both Sarah and Axel haven't changed one bit, last time we met Alana was Sarah's age and Finn was just a tiny baby. Within minutes, Sarah(little) is in awe of Alana and starts trailing her. Then Sarah(little) finds the drum kit and gives her all, the din is incredible and maybe the Armstrongs are regretting having us ;) A drum kit was on the Christmas list so maybe there is one in Marlow...Rob and I get a taste of what we are in for. Tom has a go too. (Note to self, hide drum sticks before going to bed!) Sarah is not too bad and is giving her rock version of Jingle Bells.
After a fab home cooked meal (so good for us after all the rubbish we've been eating), we stay up late drinking too much and reminiscing over our Brighton days. And yes I remembered to hide the sticks.
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