Blackheath

It's a long way to go to buy a tea pot but what can one say? Here it was that the teapot of a man's dreams was located in a decent little cafe just off the Great Western Highway.

Spike seemed less than immediately impressed ... noting only that it was brown - not one of the world's sexiest colours. William James "dark chocolate" actually. So what if I could have bought the same damn pot for less than half the price in Victoria's basement in Sydney's QVB?

Finding it, so unexpectedly, was half the fun. We also stumbled over the Blue Mountains branch of Gleebooks (where I bought an anotated Pride And Prejudice for an essay that's coming up and Toni Morrison's Beloved) and found some decent Stilton in one of the local delis. There are many worse places to spend an autumn afternoon. Blackheath seemed like a decent little town, although it does snow up here from time to time so one would really, really want to live here to live here. Worth a vist, any day.
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