Summer Fun

We decided the only thing to do to beat the heat was to spend a couple of evenings driving down to the beach. It's well worth the longish car drive to get down out of the Hills. The Glenelg foreshore, where we ended up, is Adelaide's version of the Gold Coast. There is quite a great tourist trade drumming up every summer, with about 5 or 6 different ice-cream and frozen yoghurt boutiques. One of my nephews, who was with us, called it "Party Central." It probably deserves its reputation because the beach is very clean, sandy and free of pebbles or weed.

Blake has decided he's camera shy. Here he is, making a mad dash away when he saw me take out the camera, but I managed to snap him fleeing.

He didn't mind so much when we went walking through the sideshows in the nearby waterslide complex and he got to sit on a ride with Blinky Bill the koala.

Emma looks happy and most of the time she was. But she got a jelly-fish sting in a big wave while we were doing our own version of body-surfing. It left a couple of nasty welts across her wrist. She cried a bit, but decided the beach was too much fun to stay sad for long. And although I love the thought of driving up north and visiting the tropics along the coasts of Qld and NSW, I'm glad we live in good, safe old South Oz at such times. We have none of the poisonous jelly-fish, octopii and sea creatures they have up there, so we knew not to get too stressed about Emma's mishap.

Nothing like a leisurely sunset after a hot day.

I consider this sort of evening get-away is something like a mini-holiday. Even better in its own way, because we return home refreshed, but not needing to unpack, face a whole lot of washing, pick up mail from neighbours. We are going away for a week in February to the Yorke Peninsula but until then, this sort of thing suits me.