When guests from the 'big smoke' come to visit with me, I usually forget to do the touristy thing, but I'm pleased to say I remembered this weekend.
I took Patti up a hot and humid smuggler's track to the end of the world as we know it – or at least the furthest point you can go, north of my house, Barrenjoey Lighthouse. She was duly impressed with the view, and I think I did a fair job with local knowledge, but a bit of summer breeze to make us feel fine wouldn't have gone astray.
You get black and white because I got tomato face. :)
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