Another very wet day here in Sydney although this evening there are breaks in the weather from time to time.
We hung about camp this morning, reading and playing yet another game of Scrabble, Chris beating me this time, waiting for the weather to improve. We had decided on rising that we would not let the weather rule our day, and that we would head out no matter what. By midday we were still sitting here with our sandwiches in their Tupperware sandwich savers and decided to have our picnic in the caravan. We headed straight out after that toward Chatswood, the nearest railway station east of us, just six kilometres away. By rail it is somewhat longer, as the underground track sweeps north and then east in a hoop. Tomtom guided us to Chatswood without fuss but once there, we were caught up in traffic jams. This is Sunday; goodness knows what it is like in the week! The car parks in the shopping centre all had barriers of 2 metres or less, so we drove around streets on the perimeter of the centre looking for a park. We were about to give up and come home again when we did at last find a space, and then walked nearly a kilometre in to the centre.
We bought tickets to the movie “The King’s Speech” for later in the afternoon and then wandered about the Westfield Shopping Centre, unimpressed. Perhaps those shops that we have come to expect in the large shopping centres, are in the more traditional parts of the town. We did however still manage to spend; a couple of pairs of jeans for me, and a dozen pairs of sox for us both, along with another Bill Bryson book.
The Academy Award winning movie “The King’s Speech” is absolutely fabulous, to be recommended and thoroughly worth the accolades it received.
We came out of the cinema after most of the shops were closed, and were pleased to see the masses had headed home, arriving back at camp at 6.30 p.m. in time for the news and dinner waiting in the crock pot.
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