Lazy Sunday afternoon

We caught a slow train to Circular Quay (it was the only train on offer) then pushed through the Botanic Gardens, the air thick and moist and debilitating, to the restaurant overlooking the lotus pond and beyond it, Sydney harbour through trees stung with resting but argumentative fruit bats suspended upside down from branches shorn of leavesfrom branches shorn of leaves, wings rapped around their fox fur bodies.

We were meeting Spike's parents and grandmother (who flies home to England tomorrow).  We dined well enough – two barramundi, a snapper, a chicken and some lamb followed by a crème brulée, a chocolate mousse, two passion fruit jellies and a plate of Australian cheeses.