Today we went to Manly, a beachside town perched out on its own small peninsula bound by Sydney Harbour, the Sydney Harbour National Park and the Pacific Ocean. It’s a popular place but too crowded and Bournemouth like for my taste with numerous cafes, shops and promenades. It was absolutely packed on this public holiday as people gathered to enjoy the annual Jazz by the Ocean Festival.
Paul and I managed to find a couple of plastic crates to sit on as we sat underneath the pine trees (Norfolk Island pine trees are symbolic of Manly) and listened to the music. The smell of the pine trees was intoxicating (my bottle of ginger beer was alcohol free). I marvelled at the skill of the junior high school bands, they were superb. At the end of each piece Buddy showed his appreciation by barking.
Tomorrow the kids are back at work so Paul, Buddy and I can take it easy again.