A Sunday away. Well, away-ish. I had a family lunch down the coast and decided to go a little early and get in a swim at Austinmer - I'd heard the baths there were lovely and damn but they were. The water is still good - fresh, but nothing too cold or bracing. My cousin Flynn drove down with me - the sun was out, showing off for autumn, and we listened to Lemonade.
A morning at the beach and - I think - my last swim of the season. The water was fresh, good and enlivening, and there was enough sun to dry off and read my book before the chill set in. The feeling of a warm hoody for the drive home has to be one of the best things there is.
And this book? EXCEPTIONAL. Levy absolutely knocked me out, so powerful and real, thoughtful and honest and funny and sharp. And beautiful, every word.
Hard to remember much else about the day but these babies, fresh from the oven. The strawberry, ginger and poppyseed scones from the Violet Bakery cookbook - I keep coming back to them, especially knowing that this might be the last chance of the season for good strawberries.
Not just any Sunday, but Easter Sunday - this year, with all that's been happening in our family, my aunt decided there was nothing for it but to have a big hug. So we were forty-odd for lunch, barefoot children, a treasure hunt for young and old, lots of dancing and the good champagne. It was all you could hope for in the way of joy and love.
An afternoon reading - from cover to cover - Charlotte Wood's The Natural Way of Things. It is blood-curdling and raw, wholly engaging and terrifying.
I wouldn't say that I liked it so much that it wrought me, in a beautiful way.
Her Stella Prize speech, on the other hand, I loved. What a stunning woman.
I spent the day at All About Women, at the Sydney Opera House, drowning in good ideas and inspiring discussion.
The highlight - by a mile - was Zoe Coombs Marr. I'd been wanting to see Trigger Warning for a while and it was better than I could have hoped. Exceptionally smart and I died laughing, the end.