We took our time on this morning, needing only to catch a noon-ish train. We re-packed for a two-day trip and walked to the train station.
Once we’d cleared the city and gotten into some nice scenery the train ride to the Blue Mountains was quite enjoyable, despite the presence of some fantastically annoying and obnoxious kids in our car. We checked into our B&B, the Glenella Guesthouse, and explored Blackheath…which took all of five minutes.
We had a very tasty lunch at a little place called the Wattle Cafe, and went back to our room to relax, have a nap, plan hikes for the next day and generally enjoy a pleasant day on our veranda with the bottle of Swooping Magpie Shiraz we’d picked up in the Margaret River.
Our dinner options were quite limited that night, as most restaurants in Blackheath close during the week, so we ended up at a trattoria down the road. It wasn’t swish, but it was simple and hearty and tasty and our server was fun. He also claimed to have made half a million creme brulées in his life, so we had to put him to the test. I’m happy to report that we had no reason to refute him.