something about sailboats that's just so manly

it's little wonder that the manfriend used to be a competitive sailor.

had the good fortune of arriving on a perfect winter day. crisp, cool and not a cloud in the sky. the weatherman wasn't as optimistic for the next few days so we jumped at the chance to take a post-siesta ferry ride to manly for some fish & chips.

there is something to be said about eating take out fish & chips on a public bench covered in sea gull poop, and not minding in the least.