After the exertions of another morning spent watching the birds
and talking to the wallabies
with the joey venturing out with his mama - he'd still been in her pouch when my own mother visited in November, only occasionally braving the world and bouncing around the garden like a rubber ball - two months on, though still a bit skittish, he's more curious and bold,
we headed for a drive to historic sights such as Richmond
and Windsor (both on the Hawkesbury river, settled by colonialists in the 1790s and some of the earliest after Sydney and Parramatta)
and to an international sand
sculpture competition - this year's theme : The Lost World.
Hope they were bound together so there's no danger of the sand drying out; the car thermometer
touched 49°C (apparently 120°F) - whew... As Duncan said : when the a/c
is cooling you down with air at 29°, you know you're hot
Later, (cousin) Geraldine and her husband Barry served a feast of a
dinner, over which we caught up with all their news and sadly disappointed
them that we don't really know much about cricket! Meanwhile, when we
got home, a local brush-tailed possum was also enjoying supper...
No comments:
Post a Comment