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We had heard great things about the Blue Mountains, a National Park 2 hours west of Sydney.  The colours and landscape are supposed to be spectacular, but we couldn’t really comment on that considering as our whole time there was under a blanket of mist and rain! To actually appreciate the views we had to visit the local imax cinema where they showed an impressive film of what we had hoped to experience first hand.

I had booked the four of us into Possum Cottage in Katoomba for the weekend and it was a little bit of heaven away from the weather.  The cosy abode had a big fire and outside was a jacuzzi set to 39 degrees in the private acre gardens.  Between these 2 locations we just about managed to while away the weekend.  I have never enjoyed staying in quite so much.  We watched films and even played my first ever game of scrabble, quite an achievement for someone whose spelling borders on dyslexic.  My smart arse husband on the other hand leapt to the lead with an huge scoring “Aquatints”.

Being very British we decided that despite the pouring rain we were going to make the most of their huge gas BBQ. I was amazed to see Dad donning a pinny and cooking…It’s such a man thing!

On Sunday we drove up to the Hunter Valley wine growing region where we thought we should make the most of mum; our T-total chauffer.  While the rest of us slept off the booze, or in dad’s case his cold (man flu), she safely drove us back to our Bondi pad.  Unfortunately when we arrived we found that during the heavy rains a roof and wall had leaked soaking our bed amongst other things.  Instead of being able to offer Mum and Dad a comfy bed to rest in before their early morning flight to Tahiti, we had to share the sofa!

At 4.30am they left us for the last time and I’m not embarrassed to say I cried like a baby.  We’ve had such good fun with them both and have many happy memories to treasure forever. We really appreciate you coming to the other side of the world to see us.