Sunday, 24 July 2016

White Rock Beach

On Wednesday Matthew and I both had the day off work, and so we press-ganged Rachael into helping us return our left-over flooring to the floor shop in Surrey. Yep, Surrey. To combine chores with pleasures, we organised a beach day at White Rock, and invited Jessie along.

Despite being only 1 hour away from our home, we had never been to White Rock Beach. I feel like I have missed out on so much! This place is a small paradise.

We got there at lunchtime, and swanned into the Beach House rooftop patio. The views were spectacular, and the sun was hot.

Look at that blinding glare! Rachael, Matthew and me in front of the long flat beach.

Someone's excited.

That's not my beer, btw.

Whole gang.

After lunch we donned our bathing costumes and walked into the shallows. The shallows, incidentally, stretched for about 500 metres into the ocean. We only ever got up to the thigh. The water was bath-temperature, so perfect for a wuss like me. There were forests of weeds to wade through (ew ew ew) and a million jellies, fish, and crabs to spot. We spent a good hour wandering slowly across the bay with our eyes cast down to our feet, spotting marine life.

If you make this pic bigger, you can see Matthew and Jessie's head bobbing behind the flock of geese.

Jessie caught a fish with her bare bands!


Matthew snagged several little crabs which tickled our palms.

Howdy.

When Jessie and Matthew were swimming, Rachael and I noticed that the tide had come WAY IN. This dahsed our hopes for flaking out on a beach towel with a book. So we amused ourselves by played a game where we would dash to a quickly disappearing island of sand. The tide came in astonishingly fast.

You might be able to see the train approaching if you make this pic bigger.

A curious feature of the White Rock Beach is that the main street and the actual beach are separated by a serious train track. We were witness to one giant freight train rumbling through. It was apocalyptic and endless in approach. We waited on the beach side for it to pass... it took about 15 minutes.

We couldn't leave White Rock without sampling some local gelato. If it were just Matthew and I, we would (I would) dither about which of the ice cream shops to try out of the 5 we saw on the main street. However, since we were a crowd, we made an executive decision to go with the closest one. The gelato shop was magnificently interesting in its flavour selections. Matthew got rosewater and guava and I got baklava and cardamom/orange blossom. We each loved the other's selection better, so we swapped.

In summary, White Rock was a revelation. I would go there again in a heartbeat. Special thanks to Rachael for assisting us in our Surrey delivery!

Richmond Night Market

Jessie is visiting from Melbourne! On Friday night we met up with Eleanor and Bryerton and hit up the Richmond Night market. It was more fabulous than last visit, because there were dinosaurs everywhere!



The lineup for the market is always intense. I convinced Matthew to drive us from home (because public transit home from the night market is quite a journey, we know from past experience). Even so, we spent about half an hour just waiting to get in. Only the spectre of 100 food carts and several life-size dinosaurs could pacify our impatience. I also read our meet-up time wrong, so although I thought we go there 30 minutes late, we actually got there 30 minutes EARLY. Der, Zoe.

Between getting in and assessing the food situation, we had some serious business with the beauty stalls. Jessie was on the hunt for some fake lashes. I tell you, if you need fake lashes, RNM is the place to go. There were hundreds to choose from.

We met up with E & B, and sussed out the food sitch. I bee-lined for the takoyaki (octopus doughnuts). There were a winner. They even made cheese takoyaki for the non-seafood-eaters (read, actual vegetarians) among us. Thence, on the the meat-on-a-stick truck. Jessie spotted Seitan-on-a-stick, and elly and Bryerton got diverted by some bubble tea.


I discovered that no one in our company had ever had a bubble waffle. To be fair, I myself had not heard of these until last year. As with fake lashes, there is no better place to get a bubble waffle (or any other Asian-night-market-inspired novelty food). This is us waiting for bubble waffle:


The dinosaurs were animatronic, and pretty good at that! Here's the gang with T-Rex. It really roared.



Richmond Night Market has actually become a summer tradition for me, as I have now been there three years in a row. The food is strange and wonderful, the crowd is thick as a moshpit at all times, and the electric cherry blossom trees are charming. Can't wait to do this again next year!