Hello everyone, as you can see I am back from My holidays, I am trying to catch up with everyone.It will take me a little while as I started back to work this morning, I did NOT want to do that, after arrivingat work I was back into the swing in no time. The photo below is taken on the breakwater at Newcastle.
There are several of these decorated huge cement structures along the way. They are very interesting to view. All are relevant to the busy marine life of the area.
A picture of the lighthouse frome the outer reach of the breakwater, sadly it is under maintainance so was closed on the day and has been for some time prior according to Angela who lives at Newcastle. Angela Brett and family live in Newcastle at the present moment due to Brett's work committments.
Angela Brett and boys live at the end of a street that opens out onto the beach, we all walked for long walks everyday which was very enjoyable. We did not go too far on the thursday as it was blowing a gale and there had been snow would you believe on Barrington Tops (just out of Newcastle) We were unable to go up and visit as the roads were cut because of the danger of the out of season snow
Above is a swimming pool that is built into the sea, the changing sheds and cafe are under restoration,it will be really something once they have finshed the work. People actually swim in the pool as others surf the breakers on the outside.
A view of the lighthouse from the other side of the swimming pool, I am afraid I will have to do another post to show some more of the beautiful beaches and a very interesting rock pool of some historical interest.
We also went to some of the Hunter Valley wineries and bought a bottle or two to share in the evenings.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide,
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
John Masefield 1879