Story telling from Australia
…the day we went to Manly.
It was a picture perfect day in Sydney yesterday, so we took a few hours off. On a whim we caught the ferry to Manly, with no purpose in mind other than to enjoy the ride, like this little lad.
Neither of us works full-time any more. No-one is forcing me to sit at my computer and bash away at the keys in a so far unsucessful attempt to write a novel (not that I’m giving up any time soon) but it still felt like we were skipping school.
We hopped on a ferry from Balmain to Circular Quay then joined hundreds of tourists on the top deck of the Manly ferry.
Commuters in a hurry get the fast ferry. Those of us on a day out wait for the slower boat that glides past the Opera House with plenty of time for photos, before chugging along the length of the harbour and ending up in Manly half an hour later.
With no plan in mind we wandered up the main street, from the calm waters of the harbour at one end to an ocean beach with a long surf break at the other.
We dropped onto the warm sand with coffee and muffin and sat with our backs to the breakwater to enjoy the view.
We weren’t the only ones relaxing in the sunshine.
An hour later we wandered back to the ferry, bought an ice-cream and caught the ferry home. There can’t be too many cities in the world where you can nip out for a long lunch and come back with sand in your shoes.
What a glorious day. And I got to enjoy it with this lovely man.
PS For anyone interested, the title is cribbed from an old Fiddlers Dram song, Day Trip to Bangor:
Didn’t we have a lovely time the day we went to Bangor,
A beautiful day, we had lunch on the way, and all for under a pound.
If you’re over sixty you can travel on Sydney ferries all day for just $2.50. That’s not much more than a British pound!