It was a grey day - and a farewell

It was a cold and grey Saturday afternoon - we headed out for a walk along the ridge when there was a glimpse of blue sky and spotted a wild surf as we looked over Balmoral. 

Very unusual so we headed down to get a closer look. No swimming today.

The tumultuous surf and grey sky echoed our mood.

Summer appears to be over. It's time for M to head back to the farm.

 As always it's a sad day - so we need some comfort food. 

We have a shoulder of lamb in the oven - champagne on ice, and a Chateauneuf du Pape to follow

As is our tradition - a favourite meal to end the last 5 months in Sydney together (any excuse!)

On the up side, only 4 and a bit weeks until I am back on the farm.

Sing the truth

Still thinking about the Sydney Festival concert in the Domain last night -   Sing the Truth  

It's been a while since we have ventured into the crowds of these concerts unless I had VIP ticket, by chance.

I don't know if it is middle age but we have spent a lot time in the past thinking that going to one of these concerts may be difficult.

It wasn't.  It was fabulous.

The heat had broken unexpectedly in the afternoon and it was cool - which also one of the barriers we had about going to one of these concerts. Along with crowds, finding somewhere to sit parking, sitting on the ground....
What has happened to us?

What got us there was Lizz Wright - one of my favourite singers. Listen to her voice and lyrics of Speak Your Heart - you will be hearing it at my funeral.



She didn't sing that song last night - but what a night. 

She performed with Angélique Kidjo and Dianne Reeves, singing classics mixed up with a beat of Africa.  

For a while it looked as though they had missed engaging the Sydney summer crowd,  by being a bit too serious and more used to a smaller crowd, but by the end of the night we were on our feet dancing  to the beat of Africa. 

And Sydney in Summer.  Wonderful.  I can feel my dancing muscles again.

PS We booked our parking on line.