Ethical café and bike maker. Seems an unusual combination, doesn’t it? But it seems to work with Canberra’s Mocan & Green Grout. Admittedly, the only bike, or part thereof, I saw was the one on the wall beside me. We had breakfast here last Sunday morning before we headed back to Sydney. I like quirky places like these. Interesting walls, eh?
Although… I couldn’t help wondering about cleaning (and splinters)…
When we arrived, the back part of the cafe was pretty much empty but by the time we left it had completely filled up. Our coffees were good, as were the bacon and egg rolls, so it was hardly surprising that the café seemed popular with the locals.
I noticed the herb garden as we were leaving. Too bad our rolls hadn’t called for herbs. There’s just something about freshly picked herbs, isn’t it? Reminded me of the old days, when the Bestie and I lived together. We had a neighbour who had rosemary growing outside her house. The number of times we used to ‘go for a walk’ and return with fresh rosemary… Ahh, now it just comes from a plastic packaged bunch of whatever from the supermarket. Maybe I should invest in a planter or two for the balcony…
Just a quick one for this Monday morning. My Canberra weekend with the Bestie was excellent fun, quite cold and just what the doctor ordered. You know, it’s mid-year, we’re neither here nor there – too far past the beginning of the year and too far away from the end of the year for me to summon any excitement for anything. Besides the fact that it’s winter here in the Southern Hemisphere, my least favourite time of year. It was good to get away from the usual – even only for 24 hours. I sort of feel like a few cobwebs got swept away over the weekend.
Maybe it was the stroll by Lake Burley Griffin. Maybe it was the chill, fresh air. Maybe it was the walk across a small overhead bridge which had me squealing in fear all the way across. Twice. I’ve got a fear of walking over bridges. Especially the small ones, with railings through which you can see the road and the cars whizzing by below – in both directions (!). I walked across the small bridge with my hands over my eyes (face) – because I needed blinkers. It didn’t stop me from freaking out though. You may wonder where the Bestie was in all of this. He walked ahead of me laughing the entire time, only stopping once to take the photo.
I’m heading to the nation’s capital on the weekend – lovely Canberra! – with the Bestie. I don’t think I’ll have much time to post, but before I go, here’s a pic from when I was last there in May 2011. No, I’m not the person wearing the red/pink protective headgear, just in case you were wondering. I don’t think the trees will be quite so leafy (red or otherwise) this weekend.
If you want to check in on me whilst I’m in Canberra, my Instagram feed will probably be the best ‘portal’. (Or tweet meh! You never know, I might respond!)
Wishing you all superawesomebrilliant weekends!
Listening: Fragments Of Time by Daft Punk
On a day like today, it’s impossible to sit indoors.
I was out of the house before 07:30 this morning, and strolling across ‘The Coathanger’ with the Bestie a short time later. Evidently, many others felt the same – there were lots of runners and walkers (and dogs) out on the Bridge… although I didn’t take any photos of them; I always choose scenery over humans, as we know.
The (Instagram-processed) photo above was taken from Milsons Point, on Sydney’s lower north shore. It’s also where Luna Park is located.
Amusement parks are strange places, aren’t they? I don’t find them amusing so much as odd. The crazy lady who greets arrivals to Luna Park is proof enough, in my humble opinion. Sometimes, she looks like she’s been electrocuted mid-smile. And other times, she looks like she’s freaking out because a bat has landed on her head. That aside, the rides are fun for about six minutes, and then I’m ready to leave – so much for the notion of ‘amusement’.
We wandered around for a bit, and walked back to the city, had breakfast, then decided afterwards to take ourselves to Centennial Park for a picnic as the day was just too amazing. (It still is! I think it might be about 29C (!) as I type this at just after 17:00. Did someone say ‘Indian Summer’?)
Here’s what I love about Sundays. The Bestie and I meet somewhere and we walk. For hours. We catch up on each other’s news. We chat. We laugh. We plan. We promise. We stop somewhere for coffee, perhaps breakfast or brunch. We walk some more.
What’s more, today was like the sweet sister to yesterday’s grouch-who-woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed. Seriously.
Listening: Buona Sera by Louis Prima
I am aware that I’ve posted a similar shot from Hyde Park before, but I never tire of the scene. It’s always enjoyable to be surrounded by trees in the heart of the city.
I met the Bestie for a walk this morning. A good catch-up over two to three hours of walking/several kilometres, breakfast in between. By the time we were done, it was lunchtime.
Great way to spend the best hours of the day, I reckon! Now if I could just re-programme my brain so that I don’t feel deflated about the approaching end of the Sunday, and hence the weekend, I’d be sorted.
I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way about Sunday and the inevitable ‘finish’. Tell me I’m not!
After a gloomy gray Saturday, Sunday dawned bright and sunny. The Bestie, his housemate H. and I decided it was too good a day to waste indoors so we got in the car, and the Bestie drove us to Cronulla. It was my first visit to the southern seaside suburb. The drive there and back reminded me a lot of my hometown, Perth.
The beach was pretty busy, little ‘nippers’ racing back-and-forth to the water in their red-and-yellow cozzies, and there were almost as many dogs as there were humans. All enjoying the great outdoors.
It felt lovely to be out in the sunshine (with straw hat and SPF of course!). I even allowed myself to entertain the notion of one day leaving the rat race, moving to a seaside suburb like Cronulla, and just taking time out to smell the sea air.
I need more days like that.