Wedding

This was the wedding of Lynley and Ross...

All dressed up and somewhere to go.
Likewise.
First stop, the church.
Guarded by men in skirts.
There's a couple of Rollers so we're probably in the right place.
Here's Kim doing the Motor Show model thing.
As it's a catholic church, there is no ostentatious display of wealth at all.
Here's Mary. You can pray to Mary, apparently. Though I've never quite understood how praying to someone other than an omniscient god really helps.
Me on the beach.
St Benedict. With a stick.
Right, that's over, we can go outside.
On to the reception. At Bonnie Doon golf club. Really, there is a golf club called Bonnie Doon.
Waiting for the festivities to start.
Who this is all about.
The girls between fags breaks.
There was speaches.
And cake cutting.
And dancing.
So we finished as we started.

Taronga Zoo

Today we're going to the zoo. Why?
Baby elephant, that's why.
He's called Pathi Harn, a Thai expression meaning "miracle" because the vet thought he was dead. And they couldn't translate "Get me a new vet. Please.".
Cute, apparently.
Catholic?
This has to be the best tiger photo I have ever got. Usually, they're skulking at the back somewhere.
Goats.
The Meercats were their usual lively selves.
Unlike these two.
The Gorillas were being all domestic.
The big male watching the little ones.
Monkey.
The Chimps were out with the kids.
No trip to the zoo is complete without a photo of a monkey playing with himself. Except they weren't, they were playing with each other.
Giraffe.
Little Hippo. Well, relatively little.
Goat stew. Mmmm.
Went to the new seal show. This is the arena.
They come out and do little tricks.
Like waving.
And swimming around.
The new seal / penguin enclosures are great.
Had to have a ride on the cable-car.
Oh, and we found a place to moor the boat. This bay has about 8 public buoys.

Easter 2010

Our first trip where we stay out on the boat. The plan was to pick up one of the public moorings in Sugarloaf Bay but it was not to be. There are 4 moorings and they were all taken. Plan B was just around the corner, in Bantry Bay. This has 8 moorings and we got the last one.


Some of our neighbours.
As it goes, there was a jetty nearby with a picnic are and toilets where we definitely didn't take the Brandy the sausage dog for a little walk around.
This bit you are not allowed to land on. Something to do with where they used to store explosives.
Might as well get stuck into the booze, then.
Coming back through the Spit Bridge. It opens every couple of hours so there's a bit of a queue.
Kim driving.
On our way back under the harbour bridge.