When I was out and about a couple of weeks ago, I met lots of Chinese school students on holiday. They weren’t the only tourists around that day. These guys were too busy photographing each other to notice me hanging around. We did have a brief interchange after these shots were taken, but I came over all shy and just went on my way.
I went for a little sniff around the swimming baths just down the road. In summertime, the pool is full of kids jumping off the pontoons, teenagers lying around and soaking up the sun, and older folk calmly and steadily swimming back and forth in the ‘laps area’.
Whenever my family come to stay, I take all and any kids down there, because…well, surely it’s some kind of Auntie Law. Right?
Today, though, it was quiet. Peaceful and still. A perfect day for a little walk.
The Watsons Bay Antiques and Fine Gallery is housed in a building that has had many lives during its 102 year history. Originally a Town Hall, then a Masonic Centre and Cinema; even a car showroom for a decade or two.
For the past 30 years it has been run as an art gallery and antiques showroom. Full of trinkets and treasures, it makes me wonder how many secrets and stories are quietly living in these objects, tucked away from the endless stream of tourism just down the hill.
Sundays in Watsons Bay are busy.
It’s a tourist mecca. People come for the views back across to Sydney. For the spectacular sunsets. For the famous Doyles fish and chips.
Even on the cusp of winter, the ferry keeps ferrying people across.
It was only just over 2 weeks ago that Harvey was due to be put down at the pound. I drove out to collect him, not really knowing quite what he was going to be like. Going on gut instinct and a 30 second video.
Turns out my gut instinct kicks butt. Harvey is one of the most awesome dogs I’ve ever met. He’s happy, friendly, bouncy, cuddly and bundles of fun. He just radiates positive energy. In just under the week since we decided he was probably OK to go off-lead at the dog park, he has amassed a loyal group of besotted ladies who coo and fuss over him.
He’s made lots of doggie friends. He’s slowly working out that not every dog he meets wants to run and play with him, but he’ll certainly stick with it and try.
Harvey didn’t last long in foster care. I dropped him to his new home this morning. They are friends of mine, so it’s less sad knowing that I’ll see him again. Still, the house seemed very empty coming back in the afternoon.
This morning, we went for a final run and play up at the dog park.
A cold, grey Friday morning in Watsons Bay.
I went out to see who is out and about in my area. I found a group of Chinese students on holiday. Turns out we all like taking pictures of each other.