It’s an annual fundraiser. The local Red Cross and Cancer Council get together and deliver a delicious breakfast at the Twelve Apostles.
Annie and I started early and walked about 12 kilometres to get there (this was huge for me) – along dirt tracks, through farms, and National Park. It was only in the final half hour of walking that I was needing a panadol or two or three.
Inquisitive sheep thinking that we may be delivering a meal.
Egg and bacon was first course followed by pancakes, strawberries and cream.
The Apostles were looking good.
It was perfect weather.