Friday 12th April
Above - the view from Chris and Karen's house in Clontarf, last night just before dusk.
We
are anchored in Woodwark Bay, a bit north of Airlie Beach. It is quite warm but very overcast
and…damp. It has stopped raining so I
hope the holidaymakers in the Whitsundays get a bit of sunshiney joy.
This
morning I got up at 5.30, with True Harmsen Spirit, and went for a brisk walk
from one end of Manly Beach to the other.
Karen and I walked all the way but Chris, ofcourse, broke into a much
speedier run. We met up halfway and went
for a swim and watched the sun rise over the ocean – just beautiful. When I say we went for a swim…that is not
quite correct… We all did indeed get wet but only Chris and Karen swam, like
dolphins, bodysurfing in on the fierce little waves. I was more wary; I have been dumped by these
very same short sharp little waves and I was quite happy just jumping up and
down to avoid getting smacked in the moosh and possibly bowled over
My
trip from Clontarf to the airport went like a dream. Chris dropped me off at North Sydney railway
station, where I bought my ticket quick smart and stepped straight onto a train
to Central. At Central there was, yet
again, a train just leaving, so I got to the airport in less than half an hour. Easy peasy!
But…not so easypeasy in the actual airport… There was a long snakey
queue winding back and forth and out and about, with a shuffling crowd, laden
with large suitcases. Unfortunately I
was one of the large-suitcase brigade so I had to shuffle along with the
uncomplaining throng. It took me one and
a quarter hours to get my boarding pass, and then to get through security where
– YES! - I was yet again dusted down for explosives… (I get dusted down more
often than not…usually I don’t mind; they are just doing their job but this
time I was extremely keen NOT to be delayed from my two immediate goals:
toilet, then coffee!)
I can just picture that shuffling crow, a very funny image... Not sure how auto spell got that one for you! I was taken through several stages of bomb dusting when entering Parliament House with 60 girls. Was almost taken to private room but managed to avoid. Phew!
ReplyDeleteMum, your font has gone yucky.
ReplyDeleteAren't Chris and Karen wonderful!
This morning Zoe found one of my bras and sighed deeply, saying: "Ah, there is Bardy's beautiful black boobs". xoxo
Thanks Katy - I edited my shuffling crow back to what it should have been...
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