Around 15 minutes away from home lies a little gem once unbeknownst to me, the La Perouse beach in South East Sydney, Australia. My friend drove me there, believing that sea salt and the forecast of falling seagull excrement could shock my brain into writing those pesky final essays for university.
Extra large milkshakes aswirl with thick, chocolatey goodness were slurped at Danny’s Seafood Restaurant. And we had my largest platter of fried sea creatures yet. In our jumbo plate were dead but you know, fat prawns, lip-smacking calamaris, and some of my favourite deep-fried barramundi fish.
Chips? Yes, they were passable. I’m carnivorous most days, and potatoes I’m afraid, do not have lips.
The sun showed no mercy in shooting rays of warmth onto my already-heavy eyelids throughout the afternoon. And I slept. Slept and slept, leaving my good friend to look on. In shame? Horror? Sleep-deprived envy? Love? You’ll have to ask him.
In any case, it has been a most lazy day, and these are the only photographs I have to show for it:
We sat on the high rocks pictured above, with laptops, pencils, scribbles on paper, and all. It was quite a hair-raising experience, with my thick mane of raven, wind-powered hair whipping us both in the face. Not fun. Word count = zero. Productivity count = zilch.
To end, this is a video of two short and squat-as-teapots dogs we met as we were walking by the beach. The dogs approached us; and frankly, I was horrified by their impossible cuteness. It took me a few minutes to get over how happy and bratwurst sausage looking they were. And by god, they trotted!
Look at the dogs go! ♫