As winter winds down and Spring sneaks in early, we're getting gorgeous weather here in Sydney. However, I decided to ditch all that and make my way up the north coast to Newcastle.
Sleeping in late on Sunday, I decided to head out for a lazy all day breakfast. I drove on over from Birmingham Gardens, where I was staying, to Newcastle Beach. It was great weather to be greeted by; not a cloud in the sky and the clear, crisp blue met harmoniously with the dark blue of the ocean. Wind was blowing through my hair and I made a mental note to sit inside to eat my gloriously greasy breakfast.
I stopped by a small, packed cafe named Escobar. It had kitschy re-used pallets for chairs and nicely laminated menus. Past my cursory glance, I noticed that all the eggs were free-range- a slight panic set in. I looked over the name-brand proscuitto hand farmed from a local bloke named Ray. A good guy, I'm sure- but he has no place on my plate. I looked around, hipsters. Too many baseball shirts and edgy tattoos. I left.
From there it's all down hill, not literally, I had to walk up some of Newcastle's steepest CBD streets in the hope of finding glistening bacon sizzling like an oasis in a desert. I passed an ice creamery and wondered if I should just wallow in misery while slurping up a double choc waffle cone with nuts.
I turned a corner and found my car. After checking in five different cafes for the feast I hungered for in between the wind blowing my hair into a rat's nest, I felt defeated. I'll try another beach, I said optimistically, and hey, I'll get a beer with my eggs!
I was pleasantly surprised with the layout of the parking, being able to find a park easily- partly due to it not being the peak season for beach goers, but none the less it was easy to navigate. I wandered up to a cafe on a hill, which overlooked the gorgeous beach and rock pools. I settled on a serving of fish and chips, at the RSL-esque bistro I'd happened upon.
Upon finishing a thoroughly disappointing meal, I wandered down to the rock pools. Leaving my ballet flats and bag on a dry crop of stone, I peered curiously into each pool filled with odd shapes and animals. Sitting with my feet dipped into the cool water, looking out towards the horizon I decided today was not a total waste.
Looking behind me a building that read 'MEREWEATHER BATHING POOLS' in a cool peeling font, overlooking the inland beach pool. I wandered along the rocky outcrops and spied a crab scuttling along.
It was the cherry on the sand castle to end the weekend.