OuttaTowner

I have had a week of visitors. First my mate WM came to visit from Canberra. We spent a couple of days drinking wine, eating fine food and Dorising* about the place. We took a drive up into the Blue Mountains for a Cream Tea at ‘The Pie in the Sky’ in Bilpin and a bit of sightseeing.

I like to take people up the mountains for a cream tea because it’s by far and away the best cream tea I have ever found outside of Devon. The guy there, makes the scones and jam on site and he uses the best King Island cream. None of that squirty cream out of a can. Real thick luscious cream. I always have a cup of Earl Grey with it and it’s just about as perfect as you can get. WM enjoyed it, and the beef, bacon and cheese pie too.

After lunch we drove along Bells End Line of Road towards Lithgow while WM looked at scenery. After a bit we came across some lovely scenery over to the left and soon pulled of the road into a small gravel car park. It was the car park for Rock Hill View Point.

As neither WM or I were dressed for a bush walk, we both had on flip flops we asked the little old lady who had just returned, ‘Is it very rough?’

‘Oh no,’ she replied, ‘just a little up and down’.

After we’d bee walking across rocks and gravel for about 10 minutes the path took a detour down. The path suddenly was at a 45 degree angle. We very carefully clambered down.

‘That must be the up and down bit’. We said.

It wasn’t. The path did this several times, before we both became convinced that e were going to break something while attempting the path in our Aussie work boots. So we turned around and head back to the car.

We had Cara with us and we decided to video her running up half the hill we climbed up and down.

It was, frankly hilarious, but I think you needed to be there.

We got back to the car, and downed a bottle of water each. It was after all a perfect Mountains day at 28 degrees with about 70% humidity.

We very nearly stopped in for a refuel at the ‘Pie in the Sky’ on the way but resisted.

Cara's YouTube Video

*Dorising = going out and about with no particular purpose except to get out of the house. Just like the oldies, Stan and Doris.

Alone Again

The visitor has gone. After ten days of having someone in the house with me day and night, it seems really empty and quiet. We didn’t really go out and about that much apart from the functions that had been booked, but we did drink wine and Long Island Iced teas from Hell, talk about girlie crap like shoes, the fit of bras and how f*cked up we are right now. We ate bacon and egg sandwiches, cheese, beans on toast and generally chilled out.

There are some things I won’t miss though. I won’t have to worry about Puss taking a chunk out of someone other than me (how's the toe, J?), I won’t have to bother putting my dressing gown on when I come out of the shower, I will be able to dine on crisps and I won’t have to boil the kettle several time a day for tea. I will also be able to fart when and were I like.

That said, I now have a new respect for the dancing possibilities of trance music. Anyone for the kangaroo boop?

Visitor

Got a mate staying with me at the moment. It’s really nice having the company. Puss is good, but it’s pretty hard having a decent conversation or even a silly one about nothing much, with a cat.

And because I have a guest, I have to entertain. Well I don’t HAVE too, but I like too. So over the weekend we went up to the Central Coast to see the pelican feeding at The Entrance but ended up going to the Forest of Tranquillity instead. It was very tranquil.

Yesterday we raided Coles and brought up their stocks of decent cheese and crackers, did and emergency stop outside the Cheesecake shop and picnicked at the Polo in Windsor.