Our first excursion was to visit three huge Moreton Bay figs Helen discovered by accident on her farm and aptly named 'The Grandmothers'. Brook, the dog shows the scale. Lucas disappeared up into the branches and I had a hard job finding him.
Hundreds of T trees (Melaleucas) line the route through the National Park to the beach.
The waves crash onto the rocks and swamp the rock-pool to overflowing. If you are unlucky to be in the pool when this happens the waves suck you out and dump you on the rocks below!!
I love the pattern and texture of the waves and spray.
The first days I arrived were cloudy with patches of rain then sunshine and soft rainbows.
Even the gulls had a hard time escaping the breakers.
The rain cleared leaving blue skies, a bright sea and a single boat.
The Queen's Birthday long-weekend on Manly beach was a fundraising time for fallen Aussie heroes.
Watching for Predators.
Another shot for my 'Locks' gallery.
Eastern Suburbs Memorial Centre. This huge cemetery is divided up into areas of different religions with street names like Catholic Ave. It's a mass of concrete and stone tombs.
Crosses and statues everywhere (as one would expect).
Barriers for the Manly Ferry at Circular Quay.
As we approached Manly the clouds were getting ominous and our car was parked on the hill behind all these flats – I'm going to get drenched!