Oh, the places we go!

“Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

Too much fun happened over the weekend for one blog post, so I held back on my Saturday adventure.

DD decided it was time to explore frontiers beyond the Northern Beaches, so he took us on an inner-west and Eastern Suburbs whirlwind tour.

First we checked out a Summer Streets festival on Glebe Point Road – the thoroughfare had been blocked off to traffic and was absolutely heaving with pedestrians and fabulous musicians. It was so busy that we couldn’t find a table at any of the restaurants to eat lunch, which was a bugger for us, but awesome for local businesses.

We settled for a gelato-fuelled stroll, then drove east and found ourselves in Watson’s Bay, where we both discovered Camp Cove for the first time.

Nestled on the harbour side of South Head, it has gorgeous squeakly clean sand, calm waters and a cute little kiosk.

(You will note I still had pale, greyish brown eyebrows at that point.)

A short walk along an 1870s cobblestone road took us past Lady Bay, a nudist beach – oooo-er – where a group of people were joyously swimming sans cossies. Apparently it was officially declared a nude bathing beach by Neville Wran way back in 1976. I have no idea why.

There’s also a cannon that was apparently placed there prior to 1890 to protect a military jetty and boat shed from the threat of an invasion of some sort. Again, my knowledge is sketchy.

We passed two gorgeous lighthouse keeper’s homes with the most stunning views before we reached historic Hornby Lighthouse with its distinctive red and white stripes. It could do with a lick of paint, but it was still pretty cool.

We ran out of time to do the whole walk because I had to pick the youngest up from work … and we fancied a glass of bubbles before our return trip … so we turned back at that point and retraced our steps.

We briefly considered the Watson’s Bay Hotel, but it was a heaving mass of humanity, so we went next door to the original Doyle’s. DD couldn’t believe I’d never been there before.

We scored a lovely table right beside the sand and watched as a storm swept over us and the city while we sipped a glass of Croser and a guitarist strummed.

Such a gorgeous afternoon and a good chance for me to get away from the computer and find a little peace. I was a bit tired and nauseous from my mild case of long COVID – at least I think that’s what it is as the youngest is suffering similar symptoms – but it was still a brilliant way to spend an afternoon.

I wish I was back there now, sipping a coffee at that Camp Cove kiosk with DD, instead of rallying to face a hectic Wednesday.

It was bliss.

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

Song of the day: Split Enz “Never ceases to amaze me”