By the time you round the cliff towards Bronte, you've realised that your life back in Warrington is a dog's life compared to life down under. If you click the top photo you'll see the many choices for a morning dip at Bronte; the rockpool with water flowing back into the ocean or the lagoon ar just the Pacific. Ho hum, decisions, decisions.
Stopped for lunch at the Bronte Lounge (Eggs Benedict 10/10 - done to perfection and enjoyed whilst bottom wedged into cow-print swivel chair). Then this great dane rocked up with the biggest hang-dog expression in the southern hemisphere. I mean, what's he got to be sad about?
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If you only had 10% of your eyeball showing, I think you'd be pretty p-ed off too. Especially if they made you wear a bandana in the boiling heat.
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