31 December 2013

new day

“Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new

 day with no mistakes in it yet?” 

11 November 2013

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam

Laurence Binyon


08 October 2013

it wasn't all eating

There was some time spent around the (relatively)
quieter back of the Opera House.

 An art installation near the Botanical Gardens,
made from parts of old buildings that have been
pulled down in Sydney over the years.

Old stairwells squeezed in beside new buildings.

 A quick, early morning trip to the museum to see the

A stroll through some lovely gardens
on the way to and from the museum.

A quirky, but expensive, art gallery.

Lots of very good coffee (a nice surprise given the
quality of some of what we drank in Sydney).

A ferry ride to Manly and a walk around the beach.

More awkward selfies on the way back.

Sydney, thank you, we will be back.