We only now have one full week left in Australia this year. It's now Saturday morning and we're heading south again this weekend - to Deep Creek Conservation Park. Photos and report to follow, but it tends to be cooler down there generally and this weekend, they are forecasting the high there to be only in the high teens. Yikes - this'll be our coolest days yet then.
Jo, Kelly and I headed in to the city again last night (Friday), dropping the kids off with Chris first before heading to the Convention Centre for a Cellar Door Fest - i.e. wine tastings, just like we do every year back home. Good fun - and the cheese masterclass was excellent, including one with green ants added on top:
Yes - the ants are on the one on the left |
Earlier in the day, Jo and I had walked down to the beach and had our first dips in the sea:
Heading backwards chronologically, Jo and I went Fringe-ing on Thursday, but first we thought we would take a walk along the beach front from Seacliff to Glenelg. We met an old friend on the way:
The Fringe was good fun - our first show - a freebie - was a Best Of show where several comedians do 7 or 8 minutes each of their acts to give you a flavour of what to expect and to promote their shows. I think we saw 7 of them and just 2 of them we could have taken more of. A couple of them were real cringe-worthy.
We walked down to the park and in to a field called Gluttony, where there are shows, food and drinks, but we couldn't decide what to go and see. Fortunately, we were approached by a man with a wad of tickets for a show by 3 comedians and we were given the tickets for nothing. This show was different class - all 3 of them were very good.
Going off at a slight tangent, here's our walking stats for February:
Some long walks there - plus some inactive travel days.
Back to Wednesday and our trip in to Adelaide to see the Dinosaur show. This was after the event - don't know why Miller looks so glum - in fact, almost confrontational:
The exhibition itself featured a few large animatronic dinosaurs who roared when least expected. We had never seen Asher act scared before, but here he is hanging on to Jo for dear life:
The boys were happier playing in the soft toy corner:
We didn't have the pram with us so Asher was transported on my shoulders:
I think that's me up to date again.
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