Like many, we had plans for Australia Day. Like many, the early drizzle scuppered many of those plans.
Though we held hope, by late afternoon a blanket of rain moved in. Enough rain to call a halt to the Australia Day cricket game, and just in time to take my daughter to dancing class. (Yes, on Australia Day).
By now it was getting much too wet for the traditional twilight gathering at North Ryde Common for Dodge ’em cars and fireworks. Mixed emotions – I had banked on the evening to provide a photo, most likely of fireworks.
As much as I enjoy taking photo’s of fireworks, a wet and sodden family of 4, one of them carrying camera equipment, didn’t appeal to me at all.
And then it happened. Our Australia Day miracle.
While I had managed to largely avoid the recently adopted “Aussie Aussie Aussie” battlecry, I couldn’t help but run into it head-on. On an olive green car, no less.
Metaphorically, of course.