Swinging at Manly

On Saturday, the Young Adult Fellowship spent the morning together playing putt putt at Manly. We split into groups of four and tried to conquer the nine holes. I thought at first that it would be a piece of cake but I sure was wrong about that. Turned out some holes weren’t as simple as they looked because the slopes made them really tricky. Especially this one...

Mic, Fong, Rev Alexis and YC strategising their next move

After putt putt and a few more swings at the driving range, we went to Manly Harbour Village for lunch. It was my first visit there and I was pleasantly surprised by how beautiful the place looked. There were heaps of boats and yachts anchored at the quay and rows of coffee shops and fish and chips takeaways located along the water. Very picture-perfect indeed.

Manly Village - overlooking the water

Had lunch at this fish and chips takeaway

Waiting for our food!

Just as we were leaving, I was suddenly reminded of the times (yes, plural!) when Ally and Hui took the wrong train and landed up at Manly instead of home. The first time it happened, I was worried. Second time, it started to get funny. Can’t remember if there was a third time. Ahh, those were the days.