Carl finished off some work before we headed down to Sydney.  We probably would have stayed in Blackheath, which is especially beautiful at this time of the year, but for the noise of bathroom demolition,
Two men spent ten hours sawing the old bathroom floor, and still haven't finished.

Drove down in the early evening.  The combination of pouring rain and roadworks made it a horrible trip, and a very uncomfortable one for poor Carl.

Blackheath is drowning in autumn.  
Very perverse of me to desaturate these leaves, I know, but I had to make it interesting somehow:)