Wet, wet, wet

While our neighbouring state of Victoria is being ravaged by bushfires and scorched by high temperatures, along Australia's east coast the weather has taken a dive. For a week now it has rained all day every day and the temperature has dropped down to around 20 degrees.  Any trip outside involves macs, brollies and determination. Inside we are going stir crazy. To attempt to alleviate some of Dad and Alexandra's disappointment that  they will not be returning to the Uk with a tan (not at this stage anyway), we have been trying to fill their calendar with events. On Friday we took them to lunch at Flying Fish, a great restaurant at the end of the wharf in Pyrmont. We dined royally on oysters, fresh fish, prawns and crab and a few glasses of wine, while boats sailed by the floor to ceiling windows. Morning tea at Martin and Drew's, while rain lashed the windows, filled Sunday morning and today I took them to the Chinese Friendship Garden near Chinatown, for fish feeding, lizard spotting, tea and dim sum. Suddenly the clouds parted, a strange gold orb shone in the sky, that took us some moments to recognise as the sun, and we raced home to rehang washing, put more washing on and for Dad to change into board shorts and sit in the garden in the sun.