{A Sunday drive is an automobile trip typically taken for pleasure or leisure on a Sunday, usually in the afternoon. During the Sunday drive, there is typically no destination and no rush} - Wikipedia
Last weekend was our first Sunday drive in a while. We've had other things going on, including me working. Okay, so it was only a week's work, and I probably spent more money on my new working wardrobe (including new handbag and shoes) than money earned on the job. At least now I am assured of looking great for my next job interview.
Our destination for the day was a place called North Brother, located on a mountain-top in Laurieton. It's well known for breathtaking views and as a launching pad for mad people who like to jump off things paragliders. After my Dad gave Hubby some directions on how to get there, we headed off with the kids buckled in to the back seat.
Our first stop was to pick up some lunch to take with us. On my way to the shop I had an unexpected run-in with a nasty female. She looked me up and down and said "You have a baby coming". I said "I beg your pardon, no I don't, it's just my billowy top that makes me look that way". She then said "No it's not. You have a fat tummy". I had to stop myself from bitch-slapping her there and then, and remembering the fact that she was probably only 9 years old, seemed to do the job. I thought about finding her mother and giving her a serving about her daughter's rudeness, but the best I could come up with was to turn to the little monster and say with a smile "NICE MULLET" in reference to the hairstyle that she was so smugly sporting. (note to self: must pay more attention to getting rid of post baby blubber and when dealing with children, I am supposed to be the mature one).
After the faux pregnancy experience, the rest of the day was a bit of a blur. We had lunch in a park that wasn't called North Brother (hubby was not paying attention to directions handed out by my Dad). Little Girl did her first 'squat in the bushes wee' (so proud), because we couldn't find a toilet. Then it was panic stations all round when she proudly shared with us that there was also a poo coming. It's amazing how much harder we tried (and succeeded) to find a public toilet on hearing this news.
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| A nice park where we had lunch that WASN'T North Brother |
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| It was smiles all round on finding a toilet |
It was on our way home that we finally found the turn off to North Brother and despite the fact we had written the place off as non-existent, we took the 2.5 kilometre road up the mountain and were pleasantly surprised with a magnificent view of the region. We took some photos, breathed in some lovely, fresh, high-altitude air, then jumped back in the car to avoid the plague of mozzies hovering around our ankles, and drove our way back home. Mission Accomplished!
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| Beautiful views of Laurieton (and beyond) from the North Brother Lookout |
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| Edible? Bush Berries? |
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