On an overcast and muggy boxing day, we ventured out of the hustle, bustle, honking and haze of the city. It was the start of the annual Sydney to Hobart Yaught race and as we walked along the cliffs I was stunned by the beauty of this city. I was also pleasantly surprised at the openness friendliness and smiles of the other people.
When the girls saw the other kids throwing themselves off the platforms, shrieking and splashing we had no choice but to let them have a try...they (and me) were a little tentative at first, but they were soon sailing through the sky, like superman having the time of their lives. Even Buster had a turn, jumping into the safe arms of his big sister.