friends

SUNDAY / 43

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Sunday was Liz's birthday. It's always lovely to celebrate another amazing year of a dear friend, but it's especially lovely when the friend happens to be in town and it means breakfast dates at Cornersmith and afternoon swims at the Boy Charlton pool and the evening at the pub with a bunch of her favourites. We were a loud and jolly bunch, bottles of wine and lots of shouting and laughing, which is just what you'd expect. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE. 

SUNDAY / 32

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A weekend home in Adelaide. It always pulls at my heart strings. We had a family lunch in the Hills, prawns and potato bake and salad and a couple of bottles of Croser. In the afternoon I picked up my friend for a drink at the Wheaty before dinner. I love my friends' homes, love seeing the details of their lives lived out in the way they leave their home. The pictures on the walls, the books, the bags on the back of doors and the bowls of jewellery by the sink in the bathroom, a coffee mug left on the counter. It is always special to me. 

The Wheaty was packed to the rafters and sunny, and I saw some favourite people, a few smiles in particular that make me very happy. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.

SUNDAY / 15

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A nice little Sunday. Bit of gardening while Liz slept in, then a drive south to Royal National Park. We stopped for coffee at West End Espresso because I'd heard good things, and all the things were right. This is a shining light in deepest suburbia, beautifully fitted-out, from the lighting to the chairs to the perfect low glasses and smooth lattes. We didn't eat, but the food looked GOOD. And the guys running the place were the sweetest ever, couldn't have loved them more - will definitely be swinging by again soon. 

We were headed to Bundeena to a friend's house, and arrived for a late lunch on the deck, Gillian Welch playing on the stereo, walls crammed with beautiful art, a very sweet dog, lots of afternoon sun and yesterday's papers on the table among some nice cheese and the sourdough we brought. Chardonnay and salmon on the BBQ and a lot of intelligent, thoughtful and very funny conversation about the arts. We managed a good walk on the beach with the dog afterwards as the sun was lowering, and took the long drive out of the park just after golden hour - the scrub and bushland catching the last of the day. I love the grey half-light, pink skies and not quite being able to see the detail.

We sang to Joanna Newsom and Bon Iver and stopped for dumplings on the way home.  

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.