To celebrate the public holiday the Pigalinas and Tobias went for a hike up Flagstaff. (I must say, I don’t recommend doing it in the midday sun, right after chomping down a 6 inch sub and a Red Bull).
The bees and flies found the Pigalinas irresistible in their yellow and white t-shirts. The views over the city were fantastic and it is always fascinating to see how everything fits together from above; I could almost see my house from there.
Dont be fooled, that says 666.3 metres, not 6663, we would have been waving to plane passengers at that altitude.
After lugging a bowl and water the whole way for him, Tobias chose to drink from a puddle at the summit.
ANZAC day today so most of us had the day off to remember the soldier’s sacrifices for us in the various wars since WWI. Went to the dawn service which wasn’t as reverential as I would have liked – though it may have been because I arrived just as it was starting so got stuck on the outskirts of the park with the smokers, babies and sullen, forced-to-attend, teenage girls updating Facebook.
Later Mr Pigalina, the dog and I went on a spontaneous walk to the top of Flagstaff which provided fantastic views of the whole city.