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Post #113 Sunday 23 June 2019 – Pretty Balmoral

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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

Post #111 Sunday 9 June 2019 – Various excursions

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♦ mature Sydney escort ♦

Saturday 9 June 2019

It has been a busy time in May with various excursions and some enforced leave. I have been in the country some of the time and it has been exceptionally pretty, though progress with development has been very s l o w.

Even though it has been very dry, I have been there just after rain a couple of times and managed to get some lovely images, when the earth is all shining and luminous.

xx MG country mouse

Post #68 Sunday 7 January 2018 – Rejuvenation grout and the New Year

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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 7 January 2018

It’s the New Year and I don’t do resolutions so much as I find myself somehow embarking on various new projects, generally a bit domestic.  This New Year it seems to be Rejuvenation Grout.

Well I have bought the product and I am hoping it will transform the tired tiles of the bathroom into something a bit more, hmmm luminous may be :-), or just a bit whiter would be ok.

It’s been a nice start to the year otherwise.  I had a lovely unexpected visitor on Saturday afternoon.  I don’t often get magpies up on the 12th floor so it was a treat to hear that melodic gargling sort of song so close by.

I drove back from the country on Saturday and listened to the radio on the way – as a lot of you know, I love the radio.  On this trip the ABC was rebroadcasting a feed from the US National Public Radio (NPR) and I had a couple of treats.  One was a show on bluegrass which was an excuse for me to rummage around for favourite modern blues music when I got home.  Here is a link to a performer composer I really like and who is a great blues hero for souls who live rough.  It’s Chris Whitley with his melancholy guitar:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fI8ISl7xpg4

Wishing all the best to all of us for the coming year.

MG xx

Post #55 Sunday 29 October 2017 – Rifle range dogs

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♦ 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,

MG xx

Post #24 and a half – Saturday 22 April 2017 – swimming in the evening

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♦ 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.

Signing off for real this time,

MG xx

Post #21 Thursday 6 April 2017 Compelling shapes – the arch

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♦ mature Sydney escort ♦

Thursday 6 April 2017

I have been in the country for a couple of days.  Doing country work things and also rummaging around in the outdoors, probably the New Zealanders would call it tramping.

The night sky was especially beautiful on Tuesday night 4 April.  There was a half moon (a moon that looked as though it had been cut squarely down the middle).  In the early hours when it was  lowdown in the sky it became a luminous buttery gold.  And even with a bright moon the stars were beautiful.  We don’t see anything like it in the city thanks to city lights.  But in the free open country skies the stars are a wonderful presence.  The sky does not feel like a flat ceiling over the earth.  It feels like a soft dark presence cloaked over the earth with the stars screwed in at their various places – thousands of them!  And the stars shine back out from the dark softness.  So beautiful to see in the middle of the night when stumbling out to use the bush loo.

So here is a photo taken on a walk on Wednesday 5 April.  In the top left side of the image in the sky you can see dark flecks – birds.  This was a flock of Yellow Tailed Black Cockatoos.   The cries of these birds are marvellous.  It all sounds like mischief to me. When I find a good recording I will include it.  [Ed:  http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/sites/www.birdsinbackyards.net/files/factsheets/audio/calyptorhynchus-funereus.mp3]

The image as a whole shows another one of my compelling shapes.  This one is the shape of the arch. The arch in this instance is formed by the trees growing over the country road.

 

Good night friends
MG xx