Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 2 February 2020
I was whisked away for an impromptu break earlier last week. It was perfect weather.
I did absolutely nothing but surf, swim, lie around in soft white sheets, drink Campari and soda, and so on :-). My hair ended up a sandy dry wreck – a small sacrifice.
I tried out these retro swimmers, which I bought a couple of weeks ago on impulse from an online shop. (I spent so much time after Christmas monitoring the district Facebook groups and the bushfire sites, the targeted online advertising machine finally caught up with me and kept offering me swimmers. I relented.) Then I went and got a bit sunburnt.
I wonder where all those extra spicy kilos from 2019 went lol.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 26 January 2020
I can’t write much about the fires: the volunteers, climate change, the failure of political leadership and will, the animals, the forests. And it’s beyond me to do an “I will donate X% of my earnings in January” thing (which a lot of generous escorts are announcing on social media), I just don’t have “the spoons” as they say.
I have deep feelings of loss and I can’t say a lot about anything.
Here is a photo of the beautiful spotted gum forest on the South Coast – it will have been incinerated. I don’t think I can get myself to visit again any time soon.
Spotted gum forest on the South Coast with the fern-like burrawang cycads in the understory.
I spent many wonderful holidays on the South Coast where my grandparents bought a hobby farm when they retired. I learnt about horses and how to ride (one of the closest things to paradise I’ve ever experienced). I had the care of a huge flighty palomino with a luminous coat. I learnt to swim, and though I always thought it was my older sister who was the water baby, my father years later said, no, I was the one they could never get out of the water no matter how cold. I am always grateful for the vivid and enriching childhood experiences I had on the South Coast.
Here are links to a couple of small wildlife rescue operations local to my new home, if you would like to donate.
Howard Ralph works at a local hospital as a medical doctor to fund his life operating a volunteer veterinary hospital in Braidwood with his wife Glenda. No plans to retire.
I have been directly affected by the fires too. I’ve been told to evacuate by the local RFS four times now. (I did go promptly the first three times, the fourth time I dragged my feet). We will just have to see how February goes. It’s very dry, hot and windy. There are two fire fronts active close by: one to the South about 12 km away and one to East which has been as close as 5 km when it has been on the move. This is the fire map published on Friday evening:
The hotspots fire map on Friday 24 January 2020
It’s Australia Day though, so it’s barbeque time, and here is one version of the case to change the date (CW: this Youtube video is probably, as they say, entirely “off brand” lol):
A metaphor for unreconciled life in modern Australia – the shared house. For those who have never done it, “you’re not missing anything”*. *Peter Sellers, The Party
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 26 October 2019
I am back from lovely holidays sailing with friends in the Whitsundays. I have an excellent tan to show for it. I actually didn’t want to come back. The South African guy at the charter yacht company was no help either, just suggested I read the book with the self explanatory title “Sell up and Sail”.
This was the outlook when anchored overnight in a place called Refuge Bay:
In the evening I could hear a slightly mournful bird call. At first it sounded like a dove but it was too insistent. It turned out to be a couple of pheasant coucals calling to one another. (Don’t ask me how I figured it out, it was intuition confirmed by internet searches.)
Here are some images of the bird itself which I borrowed from Google:
Flying … (this type of feet first flying, good for short distances only)
I put this second image in because it has the fence wire for size. I have actually seen these birds and I can warrant they are concurrently large birds and small dinosaurs.
The “sell up and sail” caper is something I like to enjoy vicariously these days by watching youtube channels. My favourite channel is one called Free Range Sailing. It’s a youtube vlog maintained by an Australian couple who are cruising in a very modest yacht, mostly in tropical waters. Apart from the sailing, they do quite a bit of free diving on the reefs, spearfishing and exploring on shore. Pascal is a very good and resourceful cook. She also seems to be the creative lead in making the vlog – which is high quality well edited video. Her partner Troy is an excellent hand at keeping their 30 foot 50 year old yacht on track and in shape. He seems to handle the inevitable breakdowns of gear in good form and has a droll sense of humour. They are of course, “free range” so it all appeals to my tree hugging temperament. You aren’t going to find them zapping around churning up the peace of the natural world on jet skis any time soon. Highly recommend! And here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbU2ulPD3rJ4OZCNH7-gjjQ
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 23 June 2019
The lovely thing about Sydney, well there are many but this is also one of them, is that even when it is overcast it can be very pretty.
So I had a date last week during the week, at Mosman, bit of an event because I don’t go over the Bridge so much these days. Afterward I dropped down from the steep ridge that Military Road follows, to the pretty harbour beach, Balmoral (surf beach for the under threes). I had a nostalgic and quality fish and chips from the Bottom of the Harbour fish and chip shop, which I think has been there about 20 years, loyally taking cash only and reminding some of us of scandalous tax avoidance schemes from the days of when…
It was an overcast day. A steady number of citizens walked their dogs along the foreshore. I have always liked the somewhat art deco style of the concrete foreshore walkway, complemented by the little bridge across the isthmus which you can just see at the end of the beach here in one of my afternoon snaps.
Bottom of the Harbour – tax schemes from the past
MG xx Sydney escort who does both sides of the Bridge
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 8 July 2018
I have a couple of favourite walks I do between commitments and just to unwind. Because I am so central in Kings Cross I am spoilt for choice. Yesterday I took two photographs: one of the foreshore walk that I take down to the Opera House, and the other of a typical back street walk I do through Paddington.
Lots of tourists enjoying themselves! Even more of them I think, because it’s school holidays. I am regularly asked to take photos for visitors, not everyone has a selfie stick.
And a somewhat wintery vibe in my typical back street Paddington walk – which is generally quite a deserted walk save for the odd dog walking local.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 11 February 2018
I did a small road trip down to Dapto last weekend. I stopped at the spectacular Sea Cliff Bridge at Coalcliff – which is on the rail line down to Wollongong. Here is my tourist’s picture postcard shot:
Isn’t it beautiful?
And here is a clever piece of graffiti coming straight out of the cliff face:
You can see there is a black horizontal seam of coal in the cliff face. The painted train is running along the coal seam railway tracks.
There were loose lumps of coal lying all around the base of the bridge, right down at the water’s edge, all from this seam. I have never seen anything like that.
I was in Dapto on business (and no, it was not the Dapto dogs 🙂 lol). My business was to visit the owners of a block next door to my little acre on the edge of the Southern Highlands, who happen to live in Dapto. The long and the short of my discussions with them is that I now have access to an additional half acre and it will be called the Orchard Block – self explanatory name really. Some apple trees and other fruit trees will be planted on this block, under a netted structure to protect against the birds and the possums – not really a greenhouse but like a greenhouse. Watch this space… 🙂 Next week an excavator – man and machine – is coming to make good the bumpy little road on the existing acre, and I will ask the operator to also look at doing a small job levelling part of the Orchard Block for the “greenhouse”. It’s a time of great anticipation at MG HQ!
And although there has been a bit happening, I have managed to maintain a calm, so I hope that all of you are in fine form too.
Yours ever MG xx
PS And here is a photo of some of the calm maintained during the week – and me ready for dinner at my place:
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 29 October 2017
Even my first post was about a part of the coast on the south side of the harbour bridge. So here is another post in that same tradition, this time about a favourite surf beach at Maroubra, South Maroubra in particular.
Earlier in the year, about August, I visited this favourite beach and took some snaps of the surf and sky after a spectacular storm and swell. Here are some of the photos, the first looking to North Maroubra showing the crashing surf on the cliffs there:
This second one is also looking to North Maroubra, but it includes a surfer for scale:
I am also including a photo of the well known rifle range on the headland at the South Maroubra, you can see the series of targets set up in the distance here:
In the scrub on the headland round the rifle range there used to be a tradition of abandoned dogs inhabiting the rough terrain. They came to be known as the rifle range dogs and were a distinctive type of dog, long legged, low haunches, solid colours, howling as often as barking and making excellent guard dogs. There was a time apparently when they were relatively common pets in the eastern suburbs. I only ever got to know one of these rifle range dogs, and it was quite a while ago. His was a large hound called Bernie and he belonged to a notary public who lived near Bondi Junction. He had a very distinctive musical yowl which he used more than he did bark. Once he had determined you were friendly and here to do business he just flung his enormous frame into his bed and relaxed. So here is an article from the Sydney Morning Herald 1957 addressing the phenomenon of the rifle range dogs, here called the wild dogs of Malabar (as Malabar meets the south headland of Maroubra).
And here are two final gratuitous images of the surf with surfers and the lovely sunset sky at South Maroubra in August.
In praise of all the great things on the local coastline,
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Friday 27 October 2017
So my experiences in recent travels to Canberra were a little mixed and it’s worth my while taking time out to say something on this. I had a new client in Canberra very annoyed that I had to postpone our meeting for health reasons. His response was to tell me he would blacken my name on whatever escort related forum he was involved in. This, despite my having offered to massively discount my fee for the next meeting to make up for the inconvenience of the postponement. (This offer was accepted graciously by other postponed clients I might say.) So the point of my comments here is to tell you that I can only do this work if I am in the best health. I have had a lot of issues with health and well being over the last period of time. So it has not always been easy to balance work and health. This work is not like a lot of other work, it is much more personal and much more demanding. Fortunately the people I see are OK with this, and I appreciate that. If you can’t see this then I am not the right person for you.
Back to less taxing matters: I did a short excursion to another beautiful beach on the eastern suburbs shore line. This time to Parsley Bay in Vaucluse. There are old family photos showing I was brought here as an infant but I have no recollection. The only thing I recall as a child, is the netted harbour pool at Redleaf Woollahra, a few inlets over from Parsley Bay. It was a very scary thing to be taken, as a very small person, to the inky deep end of the harbour pool netted off from the _sharks_ – one cannot quite forget the horror of it!
Here is Parsley Bay, with its footbridge, looking dazzling when I visited:
And this image goes some way to showing that lovely emerald green the harbour goes. The shadows have a violet touch when they fall on the green:
And here was also a very senior looking water dragon basking on the sandstone:
It’s a lovely series of sunny photos to post – especially as today is so grey and rainy by contrast.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 22 April 2017
There was swimming later in the day but no real sleep beforehand (as I had hoped).
The water was warm the way the sea gets warm in the evening. The white on the waves was luminous.
Must only swim in the evening.
Lovely sunset Northern Beaches view.
And after we had recovered from the waves my girlfriend and I had sangria and tapas outdoors at one of the busy little restaurants on the promenade.
Lots of tourists enjoying themselves! Even more of them I think, because it’s school holidays. I am regularly asked to take photos for visitors, not everyone has a selfie stick.
