When I met Welshy, we lived in the cooler suburbs of Melbourne. Cafes, bars, live music, galleries, vegan restaurants....you get the idea. Then we moved to a teeny village in Wales with a (great) pub and approximately 7 billion sheep. Then we moved back to Melbourne with a baby tow. The cigarette covered pavement and street festivals had lost their appeal as we looked at school zoning, property prices, job prospects and all the other Grown Up Stuff that grown up people consider.
So. We moved to the suburbs. Then further out of the city and further out again, until we found our little spot at the gateway to the peninsula which we share with wineries and wineos.
In a bid to enjoy all that my little suburb has to offer, I forced myself to go to the Botanic Gardens this morning. It was really boring and felt a bit rapey to be honest but we fed some ducks, smelt some flowers and took some snaps.
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