Circular Quay

The temperature today topped 25 degrees and still it's only the beginning of spring.

We headed out for lunch at the Lord Dudley in Woollahra, you know, the English Pub nestled in all those posh houses and art galleries, the place that's got Newcastle Brown ale, pork pies and a dartboard. Walking into The Dud feels like someone just put their arms around you; a comforting reminder of home. Mind you, the garden downstairs is a bit wide of the mark because it's got a corrugated plastic roof with vines hanging down from it, nothing like an English pub garden at all, though they do write the menu on a blackboard and the food's great, so we'll let them off.

Afterwards we took the train from Redfern station down to Circular Quay. Redfern station is worth a mention because it's the last stop before Central station in downtown Sydney, and as such, getting off at Redfern is local slang for the practice of coitus interruptus, if you see what I mean.

It's the first time we've ever arrived at Circular Quay by train and this is the view you get from the platform. The ferries all stop here on their way to places like Taronga Zoo and Manly and they're all painted a patriotic mix of green and gold as you might be able to see form the one in the picture.

Anyway, I had other fish to fry today because we were heading for the Pylon Lookout, which has been on my list since we arrived.

Bring on the bridge.