Today I feel like I’m losing my voice. It sounds like I’m losing my voice. I’ve got a sore throat, and it’s an effort to talk (which is a weird feeling for me).
I realised that I haven’t written about our weekend at Yamba yet, and I also haven’t posted any pictures from it either. It’s not that I’m lazy (well, at least not entirely), it’s more that I’ve just had other things on my mind. Like the fact that Tim and I are flying out of here in FOUR DAYS!
Ok. So, here are some pictures:
This is the backyard. Seems like this boat is having a lot of fun on the trampoline.
We had to wait at the Harwood Bridge FOREVER, so that two ships could pass in the night. I mean, the day. And they were actually yachts. Because this bridge is one of those bridges that cantilevers up to let tall boats through.
The blue pools, being gorgeous as usual (except for when they have blue-green algae in them when it’s too hot and too many people have been swimming in them and peeing in the water because they’re grot)
The Valley, as seen from the lookout at the top of Wharf Street in Maclean.
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A few pictures of the house, which mum has beautified:
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More photos later.
credit to Modest Mouse for the title.
wow, that picture of the valley is beautiful.