Friday, August 26, 2011
Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it.
Ezra and I decided that we needed a little bit of adventure in our lives, so we decided to don the climbing boots and scale to the very top of Hobart's infamous Tasman Bridge!
Henry was invited, but at the last minute decided that he had to urgently wash his hair instead.
The risk of dirty hair did not deter Brave Little Explorer #2™ though, as he intrepidly waltzed across all 1,395 metres (that's four thousand, five hundred and seventy six feet for anyone still trapped in the nineteenth century). Indeed, here he is looking down without a care from the highest point (60.5 metres), only disappointed by the fact that there was nobody to spit upon...