I hoped to be out by nine in the morning for a stroll in St Kilda. I made it out by ten. I really wanted to see the tide out too, and it was out further than I thought it ever went. We are looking westward, with the Spirit of Tasmania docked at Station Pier. Newport power station appears to working by the smoke. It is normally only used when we are short of power. Can't imagine why it was fired up on this balmy day.
Here is the iconic Espy Hotel, (Esplanade Hotel on the Upper Esplanade) dwarfed by the new and controversial apartment building behind. From some angles, it does not look as bad as it does in this pic.
So Mayor Cribbes, this is where my rate money has been going. There must be tens of thousands of dollars worth of timber there, with more happening along the way. Enlarging the walk way, cycle way, blading way was necessary, but this is a bit over the top. How about investing some money in a water recycling plant and green up our fair borough and save the trees.
This arch with walkway above has recently been renovated. It is a totally pointless construction, but I like it.
Still close to the beach is the St Kilda Community Garden, or allotment as they are known in the UK. Did Pants have a plot at an allotment in Hackney Wick? Does Brian turn a sod somewhere in Fleetwood? Where the community garden is and the adjacent sporting field is know as the Peanut Farm. I have no idea why.
Against Robyn's advice, I then shopped in Coles in Acland Street. Helga's Light Rye was on special, otherwise I would have gone celebrity spotting at Safeway instead. Coles in Acland Street is a bit of a rabbit's warren and not a celeb to be seen. Perhaps it was too early for them. I had visions of Magda in a brunch coat.
St Kilda is a marvellous place, before 11.30 am on a weekday. I goes to hell in a handbasket with crowds after that. Don't even think about it on a weekend.