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Good-bye — and hail! my Fancy.


So that wraps up the tour, I hope that you enjoyed it.

As a last image, I saved this one of my three favourite people standing in front of a tree that had fallen over.

If anyone asks, you didn’t see nuthin', right?

Comments

KL said…
Looks like a cave? Can one walk a bit deeper? Ezra seems to have the same question and trying to guess an answer by observing that carefully.

What's the use of saying lovely picture, you know that already, right?
Kris McCracken said…
KL, you could go in little way. Henry had a good look in there.
Petrea Burchard said…
I just scrolled through your pics of the National Park. Ooh, I'd love to go there.
Kris McCracken said…
Petrea, we're waiting!
Petrea Burchard said…
Don't stay up late, Kris. I'll call ahead.
Megan said…
I enjoyed it tremendously. Thanks, Kris!
Sue said…
They're three favourite people of mine too. Great pics. But you will have to try harder to stop Henry pushing those trees over...
Babzy.B said…
Amazing trunk !
kylie said…
yep, the tour was fab
Priyanka Khot said…
I had a great time. The green is of a different shade than the one seen across the forests of India... I wonder why it is so.
Dot-Com said…
It's been enjoyable, and what a cool tree!
Roddy said…
Looks a little bit smaller than the one that Cock and I knocked over about 10 years ago. There was about 8 years of fires in that one. Your babies got a lot more rot in the middle. A fine specimen anyway.
G. B. Miller said…
Thanks for a glimpse into what Mother Nature has done in your section of the world.

The photos really do capture the spirit and the sense of inner solitude.

An excellent way to start a Tuesday.
Roddy said…
Fantastic shot of the family. All I have to do is learn to print them all. And then find somewhere to store them.
Baino said…
Didn't comment before but I've been watching. Gorgeous series of pics. Makes me want to go back and enjoy Tassie, last time I was in Hobart, I had chicken pox. No fun for an adult so I don't think I really took it all in. Lovely.
Kris McCracken said…
Petrea, it’s worth the effort.
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, I am glad that you did.
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, I do plenty of sit ups.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, cooler clime?
Kris McCracken said…
Dot-Com, a dead tree is a good tree!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, cock? I don’t want to know.
Kris McCracken said…
G, it was a lovely trek.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, go to the shop to do it.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, it beats Hong Kong flying pig flu!
yamini said…
THanks so much for a tour of the park.
The finale photo was good one.

i am just curious about one thing.. Was Henry as obedient as looks in the photographs? Didn't he try to explore a little further away?
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he was excellently behaved the whole way through, and on the trip in the car there and back too.

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