I'm not sure who was most disappointed to discover our local council had cancelled Australia Day festivities at one of our favourite vantage points. Actually, I'm pretty sure it was me. The celebrations are always oodles of fun and the community spirit always alive and kicking. So when everything is washed out and a vacant mass of soggy grass is the only thing on offer, the mood is somewhat dampened too. Poor Angus suffered with the effects of yesterday's injections also. An irritating fever and hard, red lump on his little arm.
Despite the lacklustre atmosphere, we had a really nice family day together. Scott returned from his stint in Melbourne last night and it was a treat for the boys to have Daddy all to themselves again. A leisurely wander at the beach, while Scott did an ocean swim. Then a couple of keen spectators paused to watch, as a beach volleyball contest got underway. Without going too overboard on the patriotism, I do love this amazing country of ours.