Monday, November 28, 2005
Saturday, November 26, 2005
To Manly, on a "day off" from looking after the kids. Typical luck, it was bucketing down when I got up this morning - so what was I going to do with my day off? Ah what the heck - I put on my raincoat and set off regardless, toting my Leica cameras with me on the train down to the city. And what would you know, as soon as I got on the Manly ferry, the rain stopped and the sun started to come out. Because of the weather I almost had the ferry to myself (I'd had this idea of taking pics of people in bad weather) - but I ended up in deserted Manly on a beautiful and quiet morning. I wandered down the beach looking at the surfers and the beach volleyball players, feeling a bit overdressed in my rainy weather gear. By the time I got to the north end I had to buy some sunscreen - it was blazing sun!
I hiked up over the hill to the next bay, called Freshwater Beach, past some very luxurious houses. I've long meant to come over here but never made it. I took my shoes off and hobbled over the hot sand, burning the soles of my feet - so I cooled them off in the surf. Had my sandwich (I'm unemployed - can't even afford fish and chips!) in the shade under a rock ledge at Freshwater, watching the locals play frisbee. Then after checking out the local sea pool (and its swimming carnival) I headed back, switching from my modern Leica R3 to my 1930s Leica IIIa - much smaller and easier to handle. I stopped off at a really nice little cafe on the way back for a coffee and a carafe of water (which I very much needed, being quite dehydrated), and wished I could live here instead of scummy Strathfield.
And so, back to Manly, seeing even more beach volleyball as I walked along the high water line, getting soaked by the surf occasionally. What an idyllic place.