It's mum's last weekend. And after almost a month of jumping on and off the ferries,
amazingly she still hadn't been to Manly.
So we thought we'd combine a trip there with a little walk (10km) to the Spit.

Me, Mum and the Bridge.

In Manly. The walk begins.

Some water.

A bridge.

The wildlife.

Ahh a little beach.

Some Swings.

How high can you go?

Quick before the tide comes in.

Oooooo what's up here?

The ladies with the wind-swept look.

The most steps in the world.

More wind-swept mum.

Some real aboriginal carvings.

As the sun sets over Sydney.

Another path to who knows where.

Oooooo it's getting dark.

Another lovely beach.

Beautiful golden sand.

is that a fish?

It's getting quite dark now.

The last 20 minutes through pitch black bush -
trusting that the NSW council will be looking after the path.
They did and we survived.

Ahhhhhhh a little Possum.
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