Scarborough

For our Sunday outing this week we went south to Scarborough, which means rocky fort according to a sign on the pub. No mention of the original. Set outside the sprawling Royal National Park it's a tiny village perched between hills filled with coal and cliffs down to the sea. The main purpose of our visit was to get some lunch at the Scarborough Hotel (not as fancy as it sounds as all pubs are called hotels here, did we mention that?) After a wander on the fairly deserted beach and over the rocks we headed up to the pub for an early lunch, eager for some steak and chips. Turns out that half of New South Wales had turned up there for mothers day (happy 2nd mothers day mammys) and we couldn't get a seat. Who'd have bloody thought it eh? We headed back to sleepy little Stanmore to our favourite takeaway for tasty Indian food (well, strictly, Pakistani but it's basically the same thing.)

P.S. 2 weeks to go!

Scarborough Gallery