The glory of the morning was our visit to an op-shop in Glebe where I snaffled a possum merino jumper for $18. THIS EXACT JUMPER!!
We had left rather late and noodled our way through Glebe: light-rail, train and a bus got us to Bondi Beach. Excuse me if I don’t rhapsodise about the beach itself – my favourite thing about it is the sea baths…
…and the walk around the clifftops. We only made it from Bondi, to Tamarama and then Bronte…
This is the first aid building at Tamarama. The light was luminous…
While we were still anchored in Blackwattle Bay, the Smalls and I used the library (they wouldn’t let us borrow without paying $15, so we didn’t) and did our massive pile of laundry…
And my heart was given a little tweak by this reminder of Tasmania. It was my perfect mash-up; Glebe terrace houses named for (one presumes) Tasmanian rivers…
