Ms. Norton was lovely enough to invite Konky and me to spend the day on her father's sail boat yesterday.
Since Bob looked an awful lot like Mr. Hemingway, we christened him the Old Man of the Sea.
While we lay, soaking up the sun, Konky actually learned to sail.
Things were looking a bit foreboding towards the city.
Sydney's icons looked like they were facing a divine destruction!
Luckily, we made it back to shelter just as it started to rain... and I made it back to Bondi, just in time to poor a glass of red, put on some Sigur Ros, and watch the show.
...and afterwards, my beach turned into a springtime hail field...
But since this is Bondi, everyone just took advantage of the benefits of the perfect storm.