Sunday morning

Sometimes you just have to remember just where you live and how beautiful a city it is. This morning we decided to head out for a few hours and soak up some of our city. I mean 10 mins from our front door and we were here:

It was a trip down memory lane for Rob and I – when we were first together we lived in a terrace house not far from here and every morning we would wake up at 5.40am (!) and run through the Botanical Gardens, down around the harbour to the Opera House and back home through the city. Daisy loved seeing the harbour – the Opera House (hopera face) and the ducks in the pond in the gardens. It was the perfect Sunday morning…