After leaving Burrill Lake we stopped first at a little place called Vincentia,
On Wednesday David drove us into the harbour area and we parked underground near the wharves. As we emerged at street level we heard a very loud ships horn. We’d heard it before – the last time was in Gibraltar.
On Thursday we were chauffeured to Bondi for lunch in a café overlooking the beach.
David drove us to some more of the other beaches round Sydney and he and Liz pointed out lots of places of interest in this beautiful, vibrant city. In the evening Dave’s cousin Rosalie came round and joined us for dinner, after which we got out the family tree to compare notes and looked through lots of old family photos. A perfect end to a perfect day. It’s uncanny; even though David left for Australia before Dave’s first birthday, and the two of them haven’t had any contact since, there’s still an inescapable bond between them. We felt so comfortable with David and Liz, it’s been like coming home.