In the home garden: "I really don't trust your dog, so I am just going to sit here and glare at it". (Yes Masoto, that is a brush-tail possum.)

The local rock engraving. It is not maintained and has weathered noticeably since we were children. From this we can deduce that Aborigines were here until not long before settlement in the early 1800's. If one looks carefully the outline of a breaching whale might be imagined.

Not far from the carving some vandals had dumped five large interlocking foam mats off the cliff. They had been there for years. This time Masoto offered to climb down and get them. So no more blue spots in the view.

There's a good chance that young Jacob will be an engineer when he grows up. He likes excavators almost as much as trains. (They are building an underpass for bicycles and pedestrians near the Woy Woy level crossing.)

Next day we went for a rainy walk down to see the what is left of the boilers of the paddle steamer Maitland. This surf was on the inside of the reef.

On the way up we met this curious turkey.

There was just enough time left for Masoto to clear some leaves and twigs off the track. Eventually we shall have to bring this part of the line back up to level, it has sunk a centimetre or two. The long wagon was once the trundle bed shown above.