A childhood memory of mine is watching fireworks explode over Sydney Harbour Bridge on television on the morning of New Year’s Eve in the UK. I remember thinking it was the most magical spot for fireworks.
Luke lived here for a while about ten years back so I’ve heard lots about it and conjured up beautiful cityscapes surrounded by water.
I find seeing famous monuments a surreal experience as you are seeing them with your own eyes for the first time. I often find that they are either much larger or much smaller than I had imagined. Although the opera house is undoubtedly spectacular, I did think it looked tiny against the gigantic harbour bridge.
We decided to hop on the ferry over to Manly for the day where we napped and read on the sand.
The ferry back to Sydney harbour was a favourite moment of mine and something I will remember forever. Coming into the harbour by boat with the cityscape and opera house basking in an orange glow whilst the bridge stands spectacularly in black against the sunset was truly amazing.
We organised to have a weekend away in the The Blue Mountains with Luke’s friend Rachel. The Blue Mountains have been big on my list since the beginning of our trip so I couldn’t wait to get there.
We happened to chose a weekend where burning was taking place plus the fog was heavy but nevertheless, they were blue, mystical and amazing just as I had hoped.