We’ve come to Melbourne for a consult with Ashley’s surgeon. It’s the other side of Australia to where we live – about 3 hours flight. India managed to scream and tantrum for all but 15 minutes of that flight. If you really want to alienate 250 people in a short space of time then a screaming toddler is definitely your best bet. With a child who hates to be restricted and boycotts all forms of child restraint, this was never destined to be pretty. My other five children have all been good travelers – not this one! She finally fell asleep as we began our descent into Melbourne airport.
The next day, as we trekked the pavements searching for some way to amuse our offspring in a big city, we came across the community gardens in St Kilda. Originally a bowling green. The area has been sub-divided into allotments. There was a mix of flowers and vegetables being grown, chickens and guinea pigs, and lots of quirky art work interspersed amongst it all. There’s a small lawned area and a community kitchen here too. The perfect place for our ‘free-range chicken’ to stretch her legs and play.
It was such a lovely spot to spend some time and I ran into a girl I went to school with 25 years ago! What are the chances of that? It gave Steve and I a chance to relax (briefly) and watch our peace loving hippy child in her element!