Imagine a hot summer’s day. Barely a breeze to move the humid air. The sort of day to rest within the shadows, lazily watching the water ripple as the occasional fish flops and plops. Cicadas thrum and the only movement is a slow wispy cloud that teases with the promise of rain that will never come. I couldn’t think of a better place to pass the long summer hours, doing nothing but taking it all in through sleepy eyes. Perhaps a dip in the surprisingly cool water just a stone’s throw away. I’m real estate stalking in Berowra Waters north of Sydney. More than the perfect weekender that I’d never want to leave. Link here while it lasts.