Walking to Shelly Beach

Shelly Beach is my wife’s favourite in Sydney. I’ve noticed a habit of naming beaches around here after English poets.

We’ve discovered the Family Funday Sunday transport tickets – unlimited rides on bus, train and ferry for $2.50 on a Sunday. It’s a wonderful way to see the area around Sydney – not only do we avoid the hassle of parking, but we get to sail past the Opera House regularly, and that’s enough to put a smile on anyone’s face. Ride the ferry to Manly, and a short walk takes you from the bustling seafront to Shelly beach. As soon as you turn the corner around the bluff, it’s a quieter world.

Looking back at Manly on the way to Shelly beach.

Yes, it was as cold as it looked! Imagine having this salt-water pool on your doorstep. Apartments here go for a bargain $2.4 million.

Wonderful textures on the trees.

An interesting bric-a-brac shop on the way.

Rainy weather is a great excuse for ducking into a cafe…

Easter Egg Hunt

I’ve finally been catching up with the photos I’ve been taking since The Move, and found a set from Easter.

We hid a bag full of small chocolate eggs for our son to find in the garden of our rented house. As the garden is only slightly bigger than a postage stamp, it didn’t take him long to find them all. This didn’t seem to bother him, though.