I was freezing my arse off. Freezing my arse, and any other conceivable body part that should not be viewed by the public, off. Yet still, as we parked across the road from Kirks, I knew what I had to do.
I zipped up my bomber, and briskly walked to the edge of the footpath leading to the sandy tree-lined and bushy path below, and took a couple of pretty shots, one of which was this:
For me to brace the cold, is a big deal. With photos and sunsets and picturesque landscapes such as this, I better get used to some icy temperatures.
What a beautiful part of the world to live in.
(That, I could never tire of).