Baywatch

The pack as much as you can into summer extravaganza continued with a long weekend beside the seaside, complete with beachside brunches, brilliant BBQs, Boags beers and other things not beginning with B. From Malua Bay to Jervis Bay where Sunday evening provided me with a blissful walk which makes it straight into the top 10. The White Sands Walk sounds promising and lives up to its name, not only because of sands whiter than a Pommie in winter, but the wonderful bushland, fragrant lushness and melodic warbling of semi-suburban wilderness.



It was so good I came back the next morning, ready for some lazy lolling in the sunshine, suitable recuperation after a night in a genuine bushland campsite. On face value, a beautiful peaceful pitch for the night, set in trees beside a creek yet its sheer natural setting made it a haven for bloodthirsty mozzies, screeching nocturnal possums and a dawn chorus chirpier than a cheeky cockney chappie.


So back to the beach, just me, the waves and a glamorous bikini photoshoot taking place on a distant corner of the sands for company.



It was a tough Monday morning, but I had to move on, bound for Sydney and some work related shenanigans. There was time to take in a few more stops along the way however, with the odd detour up hill and down dale, scenery near Kiama with a semi-resemblance to South Devon, though still no sign of proper clotted cream! Further north, and the rolling hills turned to steep escarpments, rising up from the third biggest city in New South Wales, Wollongong or ‘The Gong’ for those in the know.



From here, the road rises up to the plateau, crossing a huge swathe of green before spluttering into the outer fringes of Sydney, levels of concrete rising, kebab shops increasing, wonderful pizza places serving yummy food to take onto the beach, cars commuting, training taking place, Ipods providing a good sing-a-long, Maccers in the misty highlands and the lights of the Telstra Tower appearing on the horizon.