With a fresh wind blowing through our hair (well mine actually!) and recently bought Opal travel cards, we set off on the ferry to Watson Bay; a popular weekend resort for Sydney locals.
We pass a flotilla of sail boats diagonally leaning against the wind. It seems to me a lot of hard work to go around in circles! Next, we see a small harbour full of party boats; they bob and float like white metal swans.
A noisy seaplane takes off disturbing the peace. It awakens the passengers (after all it is Sunday morning) and excited chatter erupts. Along the coast line huge house with their own docks hug the land. The house seems quite small from here, but I am sure that this area boats mansions and expensive residences. The view from their balconies must be breath-taking and views like this don’t come cheap.
A hoot of the horn and we pull in to Rose Bay where quite a few passengers disembark.
The throttle hums, then revs and we are off again. Cutting through the choppy waves. We continue our journey across the huge inlet (where the first explorers and settlers sailed) and the sun is shining, and I get this feeling that life can't get better than this! (however this is just day three of my holiday!)
Stresses and strains have disappeared, and shoulders relax into the quiet tempo of being on holiday. It is a lovely feeling; being carefree and just enjoying the moment. As we arrive I am amused by the contortionist photographers leaning, twisting this way and that to capture their snapshots.
As we arrive, the landing dock is full of people wanting to take the return journey. I wonder if these are the locals taking their weekend break in the city.
Yeah holidaying is a two -way streak!