My girlfriend and I have been walking in the mornings.
And I'll admit I was slow to get on board; something about waking up at some ungodly hour of a Sunday (8am; midnight!) to walk from Merewether to Bar Beach, all while the absolute paradise that is Newcastle cackles back at your maniacally from the Pacific with the effortlessness of its own perfection. (I'm not being dramatic, you're being dramatic).
