James and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary in a little weatherboard cottage on Lake Macquarie.
The days were perfectly overcast and mild, and from the French windows that opened onto the water we observed the subtle changes of the lake. Sailboats bobbing in the drift. A slender heron pick its way through the shallows. Cockatoos that soared and screeched overhead in great arcs. Fish leaping three, four times through the air and landing with a satisfying plunk in the evening stillness as we sipped our wine by candlelight.