City to surf

This year we decided Louka was old enough to go in the city to surf. She's much more tolerant of being in the stroller than she used to be. So we entered as part of Graham's work team.

We rushed off without breakfast to make sure we'd get there in time. Stopped off at Gloria Jeans for a takeaway coffee and banana bread. That got us there in time to see the first bunch of serious runners head off. Then we joined our bunch and soon started.

After the half-way mark, Louka got a bit restless in the stroller, so Graham took her out and carried her for a while. I said, "don't carry her too long, put her back when your arms get tired". The next thing I knew they'd disappeared!











I didn't see them again till I reached the end. I waited outside Graham's work tent until they turned up. Poor Graham's arms were tired, but Louka was comfortably asleep. It was good that they'd put on a good spread: they'd hired the pavilion, so there was plenty of comfortable seating, and they'd provided plenty of free food and drink, including magnum mini icecreams for the kids.

When we were feeling recovered and relaxed, we went to find the free bus provided by Graham's work. But after waiting twenty minutes amid growing crowds, we gave up and decided to walk to Bondi Junction. So we didn't get home till after four o'clock, more than eight hours since Louka's last nursing session: a record for her.