
For more information about this little copper topped sandstone round house - click here.











If you stand just outside my back door at the moment, you can hear the drone of hundreds of bees, as they pollinate the blossoms on the mandarin tree, making us a new crop for next winter.
(photos taken on my iPhone)
Nothing obsesses a true Sydney-sider more than real estate - the price of their own property, the amount their neighbour expects for theirs, the value added by a "water glimpse", or their feigned disinterest in it all (ha! don't believe it for a moment!). One way to spend Saturdays is out tyre-kicking, looking at open houses, and attending auctions. Now you might think that because the world is in the middle of an economic meltdown that housing might be off the boil in Sydney. And there you would be wrong. It has gone down a bit at the top end (the multi, multi million dollar places), but in the middle and lower markets, it's still bubbling away. (Australia, by the way, is the only G20 country NOT in recession).

According to health experts, we are all meant to do a minimum of 30 mins vigorous exercise a day, to the point of being mildly breathless (unable to sing, but able to talk).
Walking home through the park at dusk, clouds gathering before a short storm....I spied the sunset glow through the trees. This photo and yesterday's were both taken yesterday - one as I approached work in the morning, one as I approached home in the evening. I deliberatley tried to frame them similarly.



When I saw this burned out house, I was entranced by the burned curtains flapping in the breeze, wondering how they survived when all else seemed to be gone. That was two years ago when I was last in Terrigal.


