We've been going to Mona Vale every week for the last few months,
to visit the chiropractor. The ocean is just a few blocks away, but we've always been rushing
there and back and hadn't even driven by the beach until a few weeks ago.
Which is a shame, because we don't get to be by water that often.
So on Tuesday after our appointment we girls took a drive, and found a spot on a headland
where we could be blown away by the view; and could watch dogs running; and wave to a hang glider flying right over us; and practice iceskating moves on a convenient balance beam.
And then we drove some more until we found a shady spot by the lake,
and had a picnic with some very large ducks.
That should have been enough for one day, but then we went shopping at the mall,
and on the way home had major dramas when a big painter's bucket rolled under our car on a 3-lane main road - eek! But after half an hour of fears, tears and some VERY noisy driving to get onto a side street, we managed eventually to get it out by me driving half onto the kerb and Laura pushing and pulling with an umbrella. Phew. Lying with my head on a 6 lane road at peak hour is not one of my favorite things to do. Another half an hour later and we were very glad to be home safely.
After a quick dinner we all headed out to an Irish session, where many of our Yass friends
were gathered, and 9 fiddlers, a banjo player and an accordion player played jigs and reels, while Laura knitted and Emily did a good job of pretending to look interested.