A bonus long weekend (seriously, who remembers when the Queen’s Birthday is supposed to be?) saw me heading west up to the more chilly climes of Blackheath.
Although it has a reputation for being cold in winter and sometimes has (small amounts of) snow at this time of year, it was actually sunny and not cold. Even so, it had more of an authentic winter-vibe than Sydney does.
It also has lots of antique shops and cafes. It also has its own outpost of Gleebooks (the main store is Glebe in the city, which helps inform how to pronounce the name).
Anyway, I thought you’d all enjoy a photo of the science-fiction section.