Yesterday was the national day of remembrance, as explained on a previous year.
We did not attend the dawn service this year, as I was earning down at the afterhours centre. At home, Sara at least, was watching the themed television programmes. Isaac would need Nintendo to put out an ANZAC game on DS lite. Going to work at 8-30 was a little eerie, as the place was so quiet-more so than a Sunday. Shops cannot open until 1pm, so I presume so people have not ventured out of the house, or those up early have returned.
Back from work at 2-30 and Dad was raring for some outdoors activity, so a family walk was on the cards. We went for a new venue that we have had in mind for a few months. It is the circuit for the Gutbuster run that Sara and I considered doing earlier in the year. Check out the route and the description-it does not do it justice. The start was walking to the top of Wright’s Hill, which is where the old gun emplacement is that we visited before.The undulations were certainly steep and required a lot of effort. It would be a killer of a run to do, a real challenge and may well do it next year, now knowing what is required. We had a picque-nique under the wind turbine that was well deserved, with pork pie, crisps, and disgustingly unnatural cakes for the children. We all knew we had had a walk, some more than others, but all did well, and aching limbs, a sure sign of a worthwhile afternoon.
After a shared bath with a beer, the parents were out on the town, with me paying the bus fares in! Good chat, though a disappointingly average curry. The live music did not eventuate. A pricey taxi ride took us home.
So, all go in the house of Quirke!
