We’re still at the beach. Classic golden Sydney Autumn days. The easiest time of year for kids at the beach. Warm enough sun for a good dose of vitamin D and the water still at reasonable temperatures. Carss Bush Park is one of our new favourites; a fairly recently discovered little cracker of a seaside hangout.
walk this way
We started off with a takeaway coffee and babycino from the kiosk restaurant and then set up our picnic rug near the swings, with the sand and water sparkling a few hundred metres away.
It was the end of a big week and as always, to improve our collective temperaments we opted for a day outdoors. We make use of a lot of swing parks in our local neighbourhood, and I have to admit they are a life saver. But if proof was required as to the appeal of the natural environment over the built when it comes to play, then Friday was it.
J1 played on the swings and climbing frames for about fifteen minutes. She ventured over on her own and sat for a bit. With dolly. Then she persuaded me to push her on the swings and to go down the slide a few times. But after that things got a bit stagnant. It was only 1030 so I suggested we pack everything up and plonk ourselves down on the sand. Within a minute, the trappings of modern preschooler life had been discarded at the edge of the beach….
4WD and wellies
in favour of…
tools and a spade
I've got my stick and I'm sticking with it
contrasting colours (and smells)
Rainbow lorikeet clothes
Which left me with my hands free to snap up the scene…
ripples on the other side
I gotta bite!
I really think William Blake was onto something when he wrote:
“To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour”
With tuppence for paper and strings
You can have your own set of wings
With your feet on the ground
You’re a bird in a flight
With your fist holding tight
To the string of your kite
Mary Poppins might be in Sydney town right now but she, nor anyone else, was down at Dolls Point yesterday. It was blowing a chilly Southerly so we decided to see if any of the regular kite surfing crowd had skipped work to take advantage of it. Sadly they were all at their desks so instead we shook the dust off ours and sent it up where the air was clear.
We're experiencing some technical issues
Ready for take off!
We have lift off!
Fist holding tight
Bye bye Bob!
Shadows on the sand
Up to the heighest height
Feet on the ground you're a bird in flight
Busy with other stuff
Foraging for food
Jonathon Livingstone turned up
Up in the Atmosphere
Feet firmly back on the ground
Wanna go? Put this in your diary
Festival of the Winds
Parked at Redjacks
Yesterday I described to Reg, the fantasy Mothers day that all mums imagine but which I now realise will never materialise. Funnily enough this fantasy was much like the one described by Kerri Sackville in the sunday paper today, which gave me a chuckle. In this fantasy I awake to a sparkling house, filled with fresh flowers, folded clothes, freshly brewed coffee and a gaggle of shiny clean smelling children waiting patiently to present some expensive jewellery and a voucher for the day spa. Previous posts may have unintentionally created the false impression that I lead a charmed nautical sort of life in which my house is kept in ship shape bristol fashion just like a boat, and that we just scoop up the kids and head out to sea to take pretty pictures as soon as the sun comes out and the tides are favourable. In the interests of keeping it real I was going to post a photo of the carnage that is our lounge room, just to disprove this notion, but luckily for you Reg put his foot down. Instead of the Hallmark fantasy Mothers day we shut the door on the mess and made our way to Redjacks Point to a super special picnic spot we came across this time last year. Jones number two loved her second trip out in the tinny with the arm flapping and squeaking proportional to the increase in speed as we left the 8 knot zone. The picnic fairy was on hand to look after the food….
Precious picnic cargo
We picniced (is that how you spell it?) on some salmon sangers and leftover roasted veggies with feta, washed down with thermos tea. I was kicking myself for not chilling some champers as the view certainly deserved it…
View to Lilli Pilli
A spot of fairy hunting to work up an appetite for pudding…..
MUST find fairies
We didnt see any actual fairies but we know they are there because we found these…..
Followed up with a few sandcastles…..
…spotted some strange looking jellyfish…
A visit from our friend Percival….
And time to head home….
Heading for Home
And that…is the last time I ever wish for the Hallmark fantasy Mothers day. How did you spend yours?