At the cliff edge

The mist was almost edible this evening. I drove down to Govetts Leap where the land rapidly falls away and many many metres below the valley floor sinews into the distance.

But none of this was to be seen today, just this motley collection of weeds clinging to the upper cliff edge.

That was it.

Tonight went to the composer's concert in Blackheath - an extraordinary collection of local talent, hosted with style by Hobbs.

On'ya Hobbs - good job!