This morning I went for a walk with my brother, Bob.
There is a creek at the back of the motel, and a pathway, which every year we follow, and it seems that each year it takes us some place different.
This time it took us to a railway bridge, which we climbed up to. I ended up walking about 4kms, and even though my knee was sore, it didn’t stop me enjoying the walk immensely – the longest walk I’ve had since doing the Camino.
Below are shots of my brother, my mother, my niece and Jennifer – as well as some shots around town – Stanthorpe.