I don’t think we drank enough vodka yesterday, because incredibly, there isn’t a sniff of a hangover as we hit the beach for an early morning swim.
Later, we take the coastal path along to Clovelly for a post-wedding Barbie. This is a lovely walk, meandering past some of Sydney’s finest beaches and most expensive real estate. Thirsty work though, so we’re ready for some ice cold beers when we reach the bowling club at the other end.
Hoady tries to persuade us that bowls is indeed a cool sport and despite our early scepticism, we eventually come round to his way of thinking. It’s a right old laugh and more challenging than you’d imagine. The club sits on a cliff top above the town and provides those who aren’t playing with fine views across the ocean.
Towards the end of a tightly contested clash of the titans between me, Matt and James we’re distracted by screeches of excitement from the gang sitting outside the clubhouse; someone has spotted a Humpback whale out in the bay and sure enough, there he is, thrashing about in the surf and generally showing off.
Spectacular stuff. But it didn’t half put me off my game.
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