Ok ... well I'm sure Thom Yorke was erring on the "Sarki" side with those lyrics, but I will appropriate them to describe Newport - beautiful victorian double fronters with the occassional faux-brick missteps and glass-cut modern temples nestled amongst old brick silos and bone-white industry, plus the cutest little shopping village this side of Essendon.
We tootled along its savvy streets in M's clapped out Camry, passing European 4 wheelers in their dozens, on our way to the suburb's slice of suburban bush - the Newport Lakes.
What a pleasant way to spend a glorious summer sunday arvo, casually strolling through native flaura circumventing a man made stone quarry lake.
We can't wait to get back here for some picky-nicky action! Any takers?
PS we even came away with some homewear bargains - soon to be an outdoor lamp shade and snazzy waste paper basket.