Day 53 - Sydney to Sanctuary Point

A very early start today as we had to catch the train so alarm was set for 6am, and this is a holiday! Actually the first ones to breakfast at 6:30; that's not going to happen very often but it wasn't more than ten minutes before all the business people started arriving; I'm so glad I've retired! We had to get a train from Circular Geoff were going to meet us at 10:26; these are not exactly express trains. We had managed to get the earlier train and so we wandered around the town for half an hour, walked down to the harbour where there were some men gutting fish they had just caught and a large pelican waiting for the scraps so I had to get a couple of snaps of that. Then when we got back to the station they were waiting for us having also walked around the town as they had seen the earlier train coming in too! We also found that we could get the train to a point closer to their house so it was decided we would return from there.

On arrival at Sanctuary Point and their lovely bungalow or as it is called in Australia a single storey we sat on the patio and had a nice cold beer before heading over to see Vicki and their new house which is close by. Headed back then to Lynda's for a sumptuous lunch. After lunch they took us over to the golf course which is very close to their house to find some kangaroos as we said we had yet to see any and true to their word on the edge of the fairway were several groups, two large males and many females with their young both in and out of the pouch, lovely sight and a bit different from home where we get deer. We then visited a couple of local beaches one of which was Jarvis Beach which is apparently featured in the Guinness Book of Records as having the whitest sand in the world; I have to say I've never seen or felt more glorious sand in my life. All the time we had been out Lynda kept checking with us to see if we had left anything at the house so she could plan how far to take us. I then realised that I hadn't got my cardigan so we looked in the back and then Bill realised he had left his entire rucksack behind so it was a mad dash back to get it; no sign of my cardigan so I must have left that either on the train or dropped in Kiama. Anyway going back to the house meant that we had a frantic dash back to Nowra to catch the last train back to Sydney but as luck would have it the traffic and lights were on our side and with only a little speeding we made it with around three minutes to spare; a bit too close for comfort, and it meant we didn't have any time to say goodbye properly and to thank them for a wonderful day. Now on the train to coin a phrase for the long journey back to Sydney, only another 20 odd stops to go………..