I’d had in mind a weekend of very little. A coffee catch-up here, a museum visit there… with a healthy dose of domesticity in between. The previous four weekends had seen me far from home (intrastate, interstate, overseas); the idea of being in Sydney properly for two whole days seemed blissful.
How wrong I was.
On Friday afternoon, the Hub suggested a weekend getaway to the Blue Mountains with friends A. and C. – just for the Saturday night, he said. We would meet for lunch with a couple of friends, and then drive to Megalong Valley* for dinner at Dryridge Estate with the owners (an ex-colleague of A. and the Hub, and her husband).
I might also say now that it was pretty cold last night and this morning. There was snow in places. As we arrived home from dinner late last night, the car reading was minus-1C. Same thing this morning when I went out for a wander with the camera and returned to the cabin with my feet and hands painfully cold.
The kangaroo warning sign was apt, by the way. Minutes from home last night, there was a loud bang (I might have shrieked), and although the animal bounded away into the darkness, and we expected to find a huge dent in our Mini Cooper, most surprisingly, we came away unscathed. This morning, the Hub found a tuft of fur in the back passenger-side wheel arch.
And so this series of photographs is from our quick jaunt. (So much for those plans to do nothing much at all.)