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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