Hitting the road for some time out was high on the agenda for the weekend.
After roughly packing the car (girl-style) with 3 tiny gal pals, 2 surf boards, clothes and kinis the tiny dollar car was bulging at the seams.
First stop before the gentle flowing girli chit chat was to take full flight were for supplies from the best bakery going, Organic Republic at 7 ways in Bondi. A friendly and delicious place that supplies myself and the Bondi locals with the best bread on the market in Sydney. Say hi to 'MUZ' or as some call him the 'muzzenater' the main man who will introduce you to whoever else is in the bakery at the time. A 'warm' convivial place to eat or sip coffee even when its cold out! Spelt scones are my Achilles heel and the flavours change daily to my delight; peach or raspberry, blueberry and lemon. My very own little sweet surprise treat!
Back to the car and as Dr.Seuss says 'onwards and upwards, your mountain (or in our case our wave) is waiting!' St Huberts Island was the destination, local seafood and fresh seasonal salads with bucket loads of white wine to wash it all down was high on our agenda. Driving out of the chaos that screams SYDNEY, we arrive to a spot that is lush, our own personal holiday island, house on the water, boat and a pool! We dine Alfresco on Terrigal prawns and the weather is humming whilst we are buzzing.
More sand than people is the central coast style unlike the usual over-crowded Bondi beach. The waves were elusive and never quite right, but onwards and upwards we persisted with central coast nothingness that kept us alive.
At home now is fine all tucked up in bed, but that relaxed coastal feeling is slowly dying...
Cars racing past and kids on the street, that quiet north place feels almost a dream.
take care and good night,
love amie x
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