Port Phillip Bay to your right and Swan Bay to your left. Further along Swan Bay is open to Port Phillip Bay after Swan Island. Swan Island has a golf course and some prohibited Commonwealth land, which is used by one of the armed forces.
Scarily, I was briefly alone with Little Jo. We went into a shop. A cheap fridge magnet did not appeal to her, nor did much else but books, as if she does not have enough. Ok, you can have a $10 book, but not a $15 book. R reappeared and a $15 book was bought.
Little Jo was well known there as she attends the kindergarten next door a couple of days a week. She had fun on the jumping castle and participated in the treasure hunt and received a tee shirt for her efforts. There was lecture and slideshow by a parent who is a biochemist who travelled on the Aurora Australis to Antarctica over summer. She was very interesting, but after ten minutes Little Jo became bored. The sausage sizzle was up and running by then, so we partook. I did not take photos because of all the kids around. Sad it is, but two older men, one with a camera and knowing no-one there to vouch for us, may not have looked good. I wouldn't care about so much for myself, but I did not want to embarrass R. I did sneak a couple of scenic shots though.
The school is a very fine place, with friendly and committed parents, staff and students. It has excellent facilities too, somewhat different to many other government schools. I mused about how privileged these children are. Many of the parents could probably afford a private school, but instead they put the effort into making their government school a first class institution. Perhaps they are wealthy enough to have the time to commit.
We headed for home and after texting Sister about where the dog leash was kept, we headed off with Little Jo on her scooter and Fuzzy in tow. Big rain drops just as we left meant no beach, but just a play in the local park where there was shelter.
Sister and Bone Doctor arrived home at about three, having completed the ride to the Alexandra Gardens, something over one hundred kilometres and then the one hour and twenty minute drive home. They were sore but very self satisfied, with participation medals strung around their necks.
R and I did not hang around long, but we had to see the beach again, so on the way we stopped off at the beach and sat on the rocks while watching the crashing waves.
I've just written a whole post without a whinge. That won't do at all. The traffic! Congestion both ways on the West Gate Bridge and then again at the Kingsway off ramp. Millions of cars everywhere. Stop start traffic. A Saturday or Sunday afternoon trip used to be a delight. Now it is a miserable experience. There are just too many people in Melbourne.