Beach No 54: Newport (13 January 2019)

I wake to another grey Sunday but when I leave for Newport Beach, the sky has mostly cleared. The #423 bus takes me from King Street (Newtown) to Martin Place. I walk to Wynyard and catch the #B1 bus to the end of that line in Mona Vale. There, I use my 15-minute wait to eat most of the lunch I’ve brought along and then get the #199 bus to Newport Beach. It’s taken me about two hours. On the one hand, that’s a pain in the ass. On the other, straight forward, efficient, clean, and safe public transportation has …

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Narrabeen: Beach No 53 – Around the Lagoon and Other Things on 6 January 2019

On the first Sunday of the year I decided that, regardless of the weather, I would go to Narrabeen Beach – the next beach in my alphabetical list. And that, in going to Narrabeen on the first Sunday of the year, I would set myself up to go to the beach every Sunday for the rest of the summer. It was not to a promising beach day. I set off in a misting rain on the M30 bus from Newtown to Neutral Bay where I transferred to the B1 to Narrabeen. I read The Hate Race, listened to the German …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday – Day 5: Taralga to Goulburn and Anzac Day Anzacs

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the sixth and final post in this series. The first, a prologue, the second – from Goulburn to Collector, the third from Collector to Gunning, the fourth from Gunning to Crookwell, and the fifth from Crookwell to Taralga.  Today’s entry is from Anzac Day itself. If you read to the history …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday – Day 4: Crookwell to Taralga

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the fifth post in this series. The first, a prologue, the second – from Goulburn to Collector, the third from Collector to Gunning, and then the fourth from Gunning to Crookwell. Tuesday 24 April 2018  The story: This is a holiday: beautiful weather, great riding conditions for the most part, …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday – Day 3: Gunning to Crookwell

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the fourth post in this series. The first, a prologue , the second – from Goulburn to Collector, the third – from Collector to Gunning. Monday 23 April 2018 It’s Monday morning. Last Monday, next Monday, I’ll be riding my bicycle to work. So now the holiday really begins. I’ve …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday: Day 2 – Collector to Gunning

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the third post in this series. The first, a prologue and the second – from Goulburn to Collector. Sunday 22 April 2018 The Story Some Café has a rustic glass display case full of baked goodies. The menu is short but full of finely described temptations. The …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday: Day 1 – Goulburn to Collector

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  Saturday 21 April 2018 I’ve woken to a gorgeous, sunny, slightly cool day and have made my way to Greengrocer for breakfast. A grupetto of MAMILs (middle aged men in lycra) encircle an outdoor table littered with the debris of their post-ride breakfast. They show no more than a …

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Bicycle Riding Holiday Around Goulburn: Prologue

After my mid-life gap year, after my foray back into American politics, I came home to Sydney and began looking for work. In time, I got a temp position, which became a permanent position and, with permanence, came paid leave. This is the first paid leave I’ve been eligible for this century, it’s such a novel concept it’s taken me a while to get around to using it for a holiday. During the week of Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to go for a bicycle ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I settled on the area around Goulburn, New South Wales …

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Beach No 49: Manly – 10 December 2017

Summer has arrived and the beaches beckon. It’s a gorgeous, golden, shimmering day. There’s heat in the sun and cool in the shade. It feels, as it should, like early summer. I meet Aaron, Giancarlo, and Matthew for a late breakfast at Kansas City Shuffle in The Rocks. We eat, drink coffee, talk of politics, and life, and whatever else comes to mind – an enjoyable, engaged, all-in conversation. This was just the sort of thing I missed while I was travelling alone through France – this sort of free-flowing dialogue among people with enough in common to understand one another yet …

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Beach No 48: Malabar – A winter solstice beach (25 June 2017)

In 2014 I heard a story on the radio about ceremonies people create for themselves. A caller described a women’s winter solstice ceremony she had been conducting for years. The Winter Solstice, marking the moment when more light begins to fill your days, is the beginning of a new cycle and a nadir. The caller’s ceremony involved letting go of the past year – which I then sorely needed to do. I had then run my worst turn around the sun to date and was, finally, starting to recover. I’ve missed marking the solstice in 2015 (I was in the northern hemisphere) and …

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