Year of paper

Alison and I have never been ones to pass on an opportunity to celebrate a special occasion. We've copped more than a few knowing looks and sceptical eyebrow gymnastics when confessing our tradition of monthly "going out anniversaries", yearly "going out anniversaries" and engagement "anniversaries" (which coincidentally happens to be Alison's birthday). So far we've been keeping up with all of this (56 months thank you very much), but this weekend we managed to celebrate the real deal. Seems like it wasn't that long ago that we made an appointment to meet at the end of the aisle, but the calendar is quite unambiguous about how much time has passed.

We marked our first wedding anniversary at the Byron at Byron resort... err... at Byron. Our accommodation during our last stay in the area was somewhat secluded and minimal so we thought this trip would be a perfect chance to luxuriate.

The rooms were more than comfortable with plenty of creature comforts, certainly more than enough for the two of us. One shouldn't be surprised by the excess of electronics available given that the owner of the resort is none other than Gerry Harvey of Harvey Norman fame.



Dinner on Saturday was a lovely affair which began with half a dozen oysters accompanied by a particularly potent batch of pickled ginger slices. I then dug into a two succulent fillets of beef over a mozzella and potato cake, while Alison was satiated by an impressive cut of Bangalow pork. Alison was wearing the blue ring I gave her at Tin Dog which was for our third "Get Together" anniversary. I figured a wedding anniversary really needed something new to commemorate, which I just so happen to have in my camera bag under the table. I think she likes it. It's the last thing I'll ever get to buy from Michael Hill Jeweller at an attractive price.



We skipped dessert at the restaurant in favour of a special bit of cake that's been saved for the past twelve months. The alcohol was a little stronger but the taste certainly had not suffered in cold storage. The cake was so indulgent that we only managed to choke down a few slices, but every bite reminded us of a rolling fun day we had last June.



Sunday morning was kicked off at a languid pace when we eventually emerged to enjoy our buffet breakfast. The rest of the day was spent lazing around the infinity pool and sweating it out in the sauna. In a solitary spurt of adventurism, we trekked our way to Tallow Beach to observe the waves. It didn't take long for us to then retreat back to the resort and continue our course of relaxation together.



Paper down, on to Cotton next year.