Stephen and Leon putting the world to rights, + Bob cooking in the distance
Bob in "his" kitchen, taking a break from preparing our feast. 
Vanessa, Ruth and dipsElaine went Christmas shopping on Saturday morning to get presents for Ruth and Bob. It is really hard to remember that Christmas is close. There are decorations up here, including snowmen! They are not as extensive as in London and the combination of permanent shorts, t shirts and sun cream rather hinders the thoughts of what Birmingham tried to call Winterval.
So in the afternoon we went for a more seasonal coastal walk from Curl Curl to Dee Why. Yes, they really are the names of two local coastal resorts. We started by walking through the water for the length of Curl Curl beach, which was beautiful but virtually deserted. Showers had been forecast and people seem to prefer the big famous beaches – Manly and Bondi – all the better for us! The far end of the beach was rocky with a bathing pool created out of the rocks and waves crashing violently against the headland. We climbed to the top of the cliffs and walked through the bush, getting a series of spectacular views of the sea whenever the path came close to the edge.
We were tired by the end of the walk, but Ruth was not impressed by my chips and Elaine’s fish in breadcrumbs with which we rewarded ourselves for our efforts. But we still had space for Bob’s splendid roast chicken and Ruth’s delicious brownies which they made for us and for Vanessa and Leon that evening.
Elaine’s version of events. To say that we were tired at the end of the walk was an understatement! Ruth’s description of a short walk is somewhat different to other people’s. Her treatment of me was rather like the way we encouraged Jonathan up the Sugar Loaf mountain when he was two years old: “Just get to that rock there, Johnny, and we’ll give you a Polo” With Ruth it was: “not long now, mum, just round that corner” The problem was that the path was very up and down with very steep steps. Bob was very gentlemanly and held out his hand to help me up steep places with the familiar refrain: “Cum on Mother-in law.”
I must say, it felt fabulous when we eventually arrived at our destination but my legs did not feel at all fabulous that night nor the next day!
So in the afternoon we went for a more seasonal coastal walk from Curl Curl to Dee Why. Yes, they really are the names of two local coastal resorts. We started by walking through the water for the length of Curl Curl beach, which was beautiful but virtually deserted. Showers had been forecast and people seem to prefer the big famous beaches – Manly and Bondi – all the better for us! The far end of the beach was rocky with a bathing pool created out of the rocks and waves crashing violently against the headland. We climbed to the top of the cliffs and walked through the bush, getting a series of spectacular views of the sea whenever the path came close to the edge.
We were tired by the end of the walk, but Ruth was not impressed by my chips and Elaine’s fish in breadcrumbs with which we rewarded ourselves for our efforts. But we still had space for Bob’s splendid roast chicken and Ruth’s delicious brownies which they made for us and for Vanessa and Leon that evening.
Elaine’s version of events. To say that we were tired at the end of the walk was an understatement! Ruth’s description of a short walk is somewhat different to other people’s. Her treatment of me was rather like the way we encouraged Jonathan up the Sugar Loaf mountain when he was two years old: “Just get to that rock there, Johnny, and we’ll give you a Polo” With Ruth it was: “not long now, mum, just round that corner” The problem was that the path was very up and down with very steep steps. Bob was very gentlemanly and held out his hand to help me up steep places with the familiar refrain: “Cum on Mother-in law.”
I must say, it felt fabulous when we eventually arrived at our destination but my legs did not feel at all fabulous that night nor the next day!
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