Yesterday was Australia Day, Jan 26th. Still a day of contention and BS. I’m not going to comment on any of that.
Each year at Kingston Beach – 30 mins north from us and 10 mins south from Hobart – they have the “Day on the Beach”.
Years ago it was all about the sand sculptures – which were amazing – now it’s a fun day out, beach cricket and volleyball, thong races (inflatable thongs, aka flip flops) with all the food, drinks and entertainment you can poke a stick at.
Hubby wanted to go along this year and while interested I didn’t the idea of walking for miles after finding a car park. Problem solved. Five kilometres up the road is the Sports Centre with oodles of parking. Bring in the double decker buses and for a small donation, park and ride with not traffic congestion.
In the end it was just myself and mr 9 who went.
I spent some time at the market along the road (gotta scout for prospective stall holders) while Mr 9 seemed happy to learn volleyball. And that’s where he spent most of the day. I had it easy.
Lots of pictures, met up with hubby and mr 14 who brought the bike for a spin, was sighted by, but missed meeting a fellow blogger and Hobartian (we’ve confirmed it was me she saw), got sunburnt, a long wait for the return bus, and finished off the day with a lovely bbq at my parents.