. . . we went to the Children's Day at Ferrymead Heritage Park. I was literally a kid last time I went to Ferrymead Park. So was Muz. So it was interesting for us to go there again, this time as parents with own our kids.
We arrived just after doors opened at 9am and the carpark was already full. Normally we have the advantage of being up earlier than most people . . . but not when it's a kids' day. There we are on equal footing with all the other parents who have been up since 5am.
We rode on trains, and trams, and decorated biscuits, and played in playgrounds, and ate sausages from the free (FREE!) sausage sizzle, and rode on more trains, and saw all sorts of vintage mechanical stuff . . . and did I mention the trains? And the sugar high from eating all those biscuits that we decorated?
It. Was. Awesome.
By 11am we were all trained (and sugared) out, and the crowds were starting to get unbearable, so it was time to head home. We'd timed it perfectly and, as Muz and I drove away, we had that rare feeling that we'd got it right. We'd managed a Proper Family Outing without any major meltdowns. No-one ended up in time-out.
Thank you CCC and Summertimes.