vivid sydney

day off

There is something about Balmoral Beach that makes you take a deep breath. And then another.

With the winter chill being assaulted by the warm sunshine and the never ending blue sky, the sight of brightly coloured sailboats catches my eye.


The waves crash with a regular shoosh, shoosh against the empty beach. A few die hard swimmers do laps across the bay.

The promenade is dotted with elderly people, walking slowly past. Mums with prams and the occasional nonchalant nanny. People with dogs. Girlfriends at lunch.

I stopped at 'Bottom of the Harbour' for some crispy fish & chips to eat on my blanket on the grass. Above me are ancient fig trees, sprawling and green. Pigeons beg for crumbs and at the end of the pier a pelican minds his own business.

I wonder if those who live in the big old houses across the road ever get tired of the view.

A young boy races past on a tricycle, is tongue hanging out as he pedals with all his might. I want the afternoon to stretch on and on for days.