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...