Anniversary

I worry about the wallaby (as opposed to badgers). We had a visit from an excessively eager, bouncy Staffordshire terrier this morning, who charged around like a small steam train scaring the living daylights out of the lorikeets who were squabbling over the remains of a Ryvita biscuit we had given them for brekkie. She (the Staffy) was definitely ADHD, but was eventually gently discouraged, and bounced off into the bush. If she does this as a regular thing, it's no wonder we've seen no sign of the wallaby.

We met with old friends for lunch today at a rather amazing cafe-restaurant called the Quarterdeck on Wagonga Inlet foreshore, round the back of Narooma. Dozens of brightly coloured vinyl chairs, yellow formica tables, rough wooden board floor, fabulous views on three sides of the windy waters of the inlet (a big fat cold front was coming through), and really extraordinary decor: nets, fishing rods, lobster pots and the usual coastal paraphernalia alongside dozens of bizarre items including a 1960s Decca Records sign, a red disk with a hammer and sickle attached, a large portrait of Mao Tse Tung, and a Hawaiian hula girl mannequin wearing an RAAF officer's cap (to name a few). I loved it.

And we had a jolly fine meal too! Between us we consumed scallops, baby octopus, crumbed prawns, tuna and asparagus pie, ocean perch and some deeply sinful chocolate fudge cheesecake (to name a few). Of course this all went down a treat with some gorgeous Basedow 1999 Semillon-Sauvignon Blanc. Then a restorative walk along the waterfront where the pelicans were sheltering from the wind. A really lovely day all round, especially lovely in that today is Chris's and my 23rd anniversary of being together. I am truly, truly blessed.