Even though we were on holiday’s Steve insisted on going on a bush walk and he did… whilst I slept. Such a good husband. We have an understanding lol. I thought I’d share a few of the brilliant photos he took. I quite like this first one… I must be rubbing off on him lol.
The pregnant Goanna he kept raving about. When he returned home he told me how hard it was to capture the image he wanted with the “shitbox” and that we needed a better one… well no sh*t shirlock. At least he understands first hand now.
He climbed right to the summit. It took about 1.5hrs. When we went Parasailing (yes, parasailing) he pointed out which one he climbed and I just kissed him and said thanks for going without me… and meant it. I don’t make him crosstitch, he doesn’t make me climb mountains.
Two Words… Bugger. That.