*oooh heaven is a place on earth*

So things at SIDAR have taken a decidedly negative turn as of late. With the exception of three minutes of Matt Preston mastication porn, we have been detailing the downsides of life.

So its time to change all of this!

Today I spent some time with a very dear friend of mine, E. In terms of perfect days, this came pretty much close. Seeing E in the first time in far too long, we decided to take advantage of some unseasonably warm weather and pop across to Avalon for some food and fun times.

Turning into Avalon Village is truly like taking a step back in time (albeit entirely stylised by the majority of the design industry of Sydney). A glamorised seaside town, it is a little enclave within the Northern Beaches which makes me feel as if I am hours removed from reality, despite being just minutes along Barrenjoey Road.

Perfectly kept housewives walk their dogs to the various street-side cafes, and surfer boys perfectly represent the iconic Australian image as they brush off the remaining sand from their legs, surfboards wedged under arms.

Today we joined those housewives as we enjoyed gluten free banana bread and organic chocolate brownies, coupled with green tea from The Healthy Chef.

After eating far too much, we hopped across to the other side of Avalon to spend some time at my secret favourite spot. I am almost reluctant to tell anyone of this spot, lest it be infiltrated by others.

Whilst driving down the steep banks of Paradise Drive, you get tantalising glimpses of the paradise that awaits (pun, or perfectly named street? You decide). The sun penetrates the ancient Blue Gum trees to reflect dappled patterns of shade across sparkling water. Yachts bob in time with the rippling tide which washes upon the small sandy bay. A pier cuts through the water, just calling you to dangle both your legs and an ancient rod over its side.

The pier at Paradise Beach
Here truly is a place where time stands still.

And as we watched over the water, I began thinking how little the content we write of actually matters. We detail the inane irritants of relationships, but forget simple pleasures, such as time in the sun with friends.

Just a thought, and an attempt to inject some positivity into this little web journal of ours….Perhaps a list of ‘things that make us happy’ is in order.

Love, Peace, Fucking and all that xx