Blackheath Memorial Park

Bit of drama today when I thought my son and his partner were lost at the bottom of the Grose Valley.
So did they.

Long story short, they won't go bushwalking again without being fully prepared and notifying the police of their whereabouts.

After I'd picked them up I wandered down to our beautiful Memorial Park with the camera.
It always looks fabulous, but never more so than in the mist.
It was quite cool as well, so the pool was entirely empty, apart from a couple of ducks.

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