Hegira

Albert Park, to be precise. I would have liked to go swimming this weekend, but St Kilda Rd has been given over to the Music Festival, and the normally-quiet area was crowded with strangers. Paul and I set off in what was as close to the opposite direction as seemed likely to get us peace and quiet -- into Albert Park, around the lake. And this time, I got pictures.



( Picture-heavy, because that's the point. )

It was a gorgeous day, despite the light showers we got. We came home to a night off from raiding, split pea soup, and TV-watching. And now I'm wondering about the joys of remote-controlled sailboats... something to think about later.