We've got a lot of things to cram in before returning to England, even if you ignore all the boring stuff like packing up our house, cleaning, and paperwork.
One of Howard's ambitions was to do the bridge climb, so Howard, Oli and I set off in the afternoon on the 27th. It was windy, grey and cold, so I was glad of the full waterproofs, gloves and hat provided. Almost everything you wear is provided, but you are allowed to keep your underwear on. Everything was cleverly designed, with nifty bits of elastic and clips to attach them to you, so that nothing can fall off the bridge. You aren't allowed to take anything loose with you including a camera. The whole process takes 3 1/2 hours, but most of that is getting kitted up. There was nothing remotely challenging about the climb physically or psychologically. It essentially just involves climbing a few staircases, in a slightly exposed manner, unless you have a fear of heights. The pace of it all is so slow that you barely go more than 30 steps before stopping for a photo or to appreciate the view. Our guide managed to make it incredibly interesting with her patter about Sydney, including the details of her ancestor's transportation for stealing a cow. After 10 years of guiding on the bridge she seemed to know her stuff.
We were just about able to make out our house, and it helped us map out our year in Sydney.
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