A belated Happy Christmas!
There I was, with all these plans of things to do, and to write about; and then the day suddenly arrived...
We woke up to grey skies. It looked miserable. Sitting on the balcony with a cup of tea, we were silent: so much for a hot and sunny Christmas, Australia.
We carried on as planned, and went to the beach for a surf (for T - I walked). The beach was pretty quiet. But it was 7.30am, on a grey, cold (relatively speaking!) Christmas Day morning.
We carried on as planned, and went to the beach for a surf (for T - I walked). The beach was pretty quiet. But it was 7.30am, on a grey, cold (relatively speaking!) Christmas Day morning.
As I walked, and T surfed, the sun began to burn the clouds away.
An hour later and there was nothing but blue sky!
It seemed very surreal, and it was only the great number of Christmas hats being worn (by both humans and dogs) which bought me back to which day it was.
We met up with family on the beach, and because it was so hot by the stage, we all jumped in the sea.
It seemed very surreal, and it was only the great number of Christmas hats being worn (by both humans and dogs) which bought me back to which day it was.
We met up with family on the beach, and because it was so hot by the stage, we all jumped in the sea.
After out beach fix, T and I headed home and opened our stockings...
...before setting to work on preparing the Christmas dinner
There was a slight panic when the turkey was too big for our roasting tin. When we picked it up from the butcher the previous day, we had nipped into the local supermarket to get one of those foil turkey trays I had seen everywhere. However, the supermarket had sold out.
We had gone home, meaning to try the roasting tin for size, but got wrapped up in preparations for Christmas Eve night, and forgotten all about it...
We did however have another tin which was slightly larger and, thankfully, was able to fit the turkey.
Albeit snuggly.
We had gone home, meaning to try the roasting tin for size, but got wrapped up in preparations for Christmas Eve night, and forgotten all about it...
We did however have another tin which was slightly larger and, thankfully, was able to fit the turkey.
Albeit snuggly.
Whilst the food was cooking, we went for a walk to Cremorne point, which has views over the harbour of the Opera House and Harbour Bridge, and arrived home in the nick of time - just as the first drops of rain were falling.
We ate our Christmas dinner outside to a backdrop of thunder and torrential rain.
We ate our Christmas dinner outside to a backdrop of thunder and torrential rain.
Stuffed and tired, we flopped on the sofa, and watched TV.
TV, turkey, being full - no matter which country in, somethings always seem to stay the same for us!
TV, turkey, being full - no matter which country in, somethings always seem to stay the same for us!