Clare has started her new uni course in the city. She doesn't finish till 9pm on Tuesdays so I've agreed to pick up Georgia from her school and babysit her till her mum gets home. (which was about 10:30 last night.)
We went for a stroll along the river, cameras at the ready. I tried to teach George about long exposure and stuff like that. I haven't seen her pics, apart from on the cameras display, so don't know how successful the session was.
We did see a clutch (is that the right word?) of the cutest baby ducks swimming about at one stage. Very cute! They took off down the river and obviously didn't have the power to stop themselves against the current. Some of the adult ducks formed a sort of line and stopped them going too far. Kind of herded them off to where they were meant to be. Sweet.
I took heaps of river shots which will no doubt end up on Flickr over the next few days.
It's an hour's drive from here to Warburton. That's the longest smoke-free drive I've done so far. Wasn't so bad on the way out there because of the stop to pick up George and then having her to chat to. The drive home was a nightmare. It was well after 11pm by the time I left their place. Long and dark. Thank goodness for Led Zeppelin CDs!
(Note to self: Must wash car - the windscreen is filthy. Made it hard to see with oncoming headlights shining at me. Of course, due to water restrictions, cars can only be washed at a commercial car wash that uses recycled water.)
Another night out tonight too. My brother, Peter's birthday today. 51 he is. Gawd, we're all getting old. Paula will be 50 next year too. That'll just leave Clare yet to reach the half century.
Speaking of old - poor old Tash. She was really wheezing and pottering about even slower than usual last night. Made me a bit teary watching her.