We have been floating by on days floating by, like clouds on clouds against the brilliant blue, and with a tube of SPF 45 in the bag. We walk in shoes red and purple, we sit down for tea, we pick out truffles to make up a little sack. We have unlimited travel passes, and we want bang for our buck.



Last Monday we screamed and ran through the grass at Mort Bay and then took the ferry, green and gold, to the city. We sat out back with the sun on our heads. The wind was through my hair. “This is great,” I said, because it was, and at the Rocks we sat down to fizzy sodas and ham sandwiches.