We went to Wentworth Falls first which has impressive lookouts across the valleys and a great walk which takes you along the top of the waterfall before descending on a very narrow path that hugs the cliff side – not good for those suffering from vertigo. 




The next day was a biggey – the walk into the Grand Canyon. The trek takes around 3 ½ hours (the guide book says) and we did it in 3 ¾, which is good going to say mum and dad aren’t used to that kind of hiking and also allowing for all those photo breaks! It was a hot day too, making it even more tiring.

But it is an immensely rewarding trek! You gradually descend through the tall, ghostly gum trees and the surroundings becoming greener and more tropical until you get to the bottom.

Then you’re clambering over the rocks and fallen trees dotted all over the river that runs through the bottom of the canyon. 
Here is a picture of dad, the intrepid explorer with the camera that was never very far from his side - hence all the great photos! After we crawled out the other end gasping for air and water, we decided we should see some more of the Blueys.

We called at Hargraves Lookout, recommended by our B&B hosts Libby and Robert. It was a very prominent headland that jutted out into the landscape with great views of soft rolling hills on one side and the more rugged mountains on the other.
Then just to finish us all off completely, we went to the Three Sisters. There is a lookout from the visitors centre across to the Three Sisters, which is pretty spectacular.
We walked down to the first ‘Sister’ which had very steep and scary steps descending to an overhang that you could take shelter under.

It was great to get back for a well earned shower and aperitif!!
This is the B&B, 'White Gables', that we stayed in. The next day we had to say goodbye and leave lovely Leura to head for Jervis Bay – what a hard holiday! See next post!


After a lovely relaxing afternoon, we headed back to Avalon for an end of day coffee. It turned out to be a fish and chips trip from a highly recommended ‘chippy’. Yum!!







I took them to see the Christmas tree in the Queen Victoria Building and all the lovely shops there. 
In the evening, after Dean got back from work, we went to our local bar, the Different Drummer where we sampled their modern tapas and wine – delicious!






We got up in plenty of time, safe in the thought that getting through customs takes an age. Then we checked the arrivals on the website and realised they’d landed ½ hour early!! So panic stations and off to the airport! Those early morning landings are manic at the airport – they all seem to come in at the same time. We had been waiting about 15 minutes when Dean decided to look outside, and what do you know – they were waiting there! It took away all that anticipation I had been building up for that initial tearful reunion that you see all families go through (and that I usually join in on, ‘cause I’m a sentimental old bugger). I feel cheated!! But then I soon forgot that, as excitement took over again. They were feeling obviously tired, but holding up well. We whisked them straight off to the Opera House for that usual baptism of the sights for new arrivals! 
Then back home for a quick freshen up before taking them to Glebe Market down the road. We hadn’t planned anything too hectic on their first day. A spot of lunch at our favourite cafĂ©, lounging around, then to Darling Harbour for a drink in the evening. It wasn’t long before they needed their bed!












We came back over Spit Bridge and called at Chowder Bay which had a really sweet beach and park. There were people fishing from the wharf (stored for when dad comes out), and it also had a place that sold coffee and nibbles – very high on Dean’s list of priorities!
We were sat on the wall drinking our flat whites, looking at the tide come in and we saw a pelican land on the wharf. 
