On Friday I didn’t go to work. It felt rather naughty.
We had a leisurely start to the day and then hopped in the ute and drove down the mountains.
It was one of those days where there was no hurry. Time to stop and take a photo or two.
To poke around an old house.
To stop at one of the many little places along the way that you always drives straight past.
To eat decadent apple pie and ice cream at Bilpin accompanied by good coffee.
Yes, rather naughty.