On Thursday we began our day in a rainy Hobart. After a few weeks of admin and setting up our new life in Tasmania, we were heading up to Sydney for a week’s holiday with family.
We drove to Hobart airport. In just 20 minutes from entering the car park we had checked in, cleared security and were sitting at the departure gate. (Slightly easier than Heathrow or Gatwick.) The airport was fairly quiet when we arrived but reached “rush hour” when there were three planes on the tarmac.
We arrived into a sunny Sydney, picked up a hire car and drove to the Northern Beaches. We drove through the harbour tunnel so I only glimpsed a corner of the Opera House roof before we went underground. I’ll need at least one day over in the city being the tourist.
We are house sitting at a beautiful place perched on the side of a cliff. There are 154 steps down from the road and car port, via art studio, three storey home to a boat house and jetty on the foreshore of Pittwater.
One of our house sitting duties to to water the garden. We found six separate hoses on the different levels. As well as the three decking levels of the house there are at least three other small seating areas amongst the garden steps, as well as sun loungers on the jetty.
It was lovely to catch up with family during the afternoon and over an early dinner.
We ended our day watching the waning gibbous moon rise over the Pacific Ocean at Newport Beach.