It wasn’t my idea of swimming weather yesterday. A few showers and a struggle to 22C.
My idea of swimming weather is 38C. Hence it’s a rare occurrence – a bit like when Brigadoon comes.
But I thought, bugger it, I’m staying across the road from the ocean, it would be a crime not go for a splash.
And it was glorious.
Chilly but completely glorious. I floated around for ages. my gorgeous orange pedicure bobbing above the gentle waves.
I might venture out of my comfort zone and do it again today, so I can board the plane this afternoon all salty skinned and tousle haired and arrive in Sydney feeling like I’ve really been away.
The rest of yesterday was a gentle mix of meeting the local wildlife …
Trying the burger voted Australia’s best by TripAdvisor …
(Nice, but the BEST is a big call.)
And lazing around shooting the breeze with my mate while sipping vodka, lime and soda, with a table of dips and olives and pita bread laid out before us.
Loved every minute.