A cold and windy day, so I've decamped to Sydney, where it's cold and windy, but not so much.
I've not managed to capture how wild and miserable it is out the window, but it was too wet to photograph any flowers.
A shame really, as Blackheath is exploding and the apple blossom, which I especially love, will be done when I return.

Before I drove to Sydney I had lunch with old friends from work.
There was a great deal to catch up on, and consequently much conversation and laughter.