all crushed into these big feet

It was time to show G some of the sights, so off we went on a journey along the great ocean road. here's the obligatory shot of G+O and the 12 gay apostles.

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had to sneak this one in of healesville sanctuary from the week before. who knew you could have so much fun with a carrot and a furry animal?

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at night we crawled into our den of comfort, from which the frog was difficult to extract the following morning

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australian? gerard's first EVER fish and chips!

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The frog contemplates some of life's bigger ponds

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the 'round the twist lighthouse
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a moment of tenderness captured at tower hill

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morning feast en train de se faire

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proof that physics loves gerard at the balconies in the grampians

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. . (at the wind farm near ararat) I would stand,

If the night blackened with a coming storm,

Beneath some rock, listening to notes that are

The ghostly language of the ancient earth,

Or make their dim abode in distant winds.

Thence did I drink the visionary power.