The old ferry

Scattered Clouds, 17°C

Had yum cha at Marigold in the city with B’s Mum. Returned home, then B took her to Hurstville to watch Crazy Rich Asians. Meanwhile Alex and I had a sleep, drove down to the old ferry crossing and ate McDonald’s.

He told me how the different light and scenes made him want to travel. I knew what he meant.

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