Sunday was another picnic, this time at the beach at Bayside, Melbourne. The number of seagulls was astonishing.
My younger son threw left-over bread for them, jumping in the air each time to get the bread higher.
My very serious, very concerned with his image, older son let go and started chasing gulls again.
The kids had some fun on the playground that is built like a stranded ship.
My youngest son started to feel lonely, but his sister came to cheer him up.
With the sun starting to set, it was time to move on.