By the sea shore

On the Pacific Motorway with a sense of elation and freedom. Cant remember the last time we were on it.

Off to Burleigh Heads for a walk around the National Park and Tallebudgera Creek before retiring to a verandah. A round of G and Ts to whet our palate in between watching the sunset and the changing skies, the best and saltiest Greek olives- in truth they may have been Turkish too- tarama and goats cheese, dips and delicious prawns and feta with tomatoes. In between banter and bursts of laughter, covid updates, travel bubbles, netflix specials and JK Rowling's 3000 word essay and tweets on trans, travel or not and more tarama. More vino, red this time, and a deviation to good books and the cinema - what was the last film we saw - the one about keeping hives in the depths of the Macedonian mountains amongst abject poverty- and an hurray that the local cinema is starting up again very soon. Plans to climb up mountains, go for long beach walks and swim next time (bit chilly today) and off to bed all yawning as the good retirees that we are. 

Waking to dark swirling clouds and Surfer's Paradise in mist, so a long walk down the beach taking in the swimmers and surfers along the way was called for. A socially distanced fish and chips at the local surf club with excellent company and a leisurely drive back along Surfer's Paradise in the falling rain. Home to a cup of tea from C and my first winter bath. Mary and John, thanks for sharing your balmy winter wonderland. We loved it.