Lunchtime at Glenelg

Glenelg, whilst not in Adelaide per se, is also terribly genteel in what I imagine to be a Brighton-esque kind of way, though not having been to Brighton - at least not that I can remember - I should emphasise the esque-ness of that speculative comparison.

We wandered thtough the Beach House which was in indoor fairground shamelessly aimed at relieving us of our money and resolutely I refused to spend any. Not for us the indoor carousel. Or the crazy golf. Or the indoor bumper cars. They were all turned off anyway.

Instead we wandered to the beach and the jetty where we encountered a hairy man surrounded by a flock of seagulls who we chatted with for a while. He warned us about the Great White Sharks in the sea thereabouts and Eloise seems to have taken the warning on board, which is probably for the best.

We then wandered around a gallery of mock-Victorian fairground machines with little freakshow exhibits inside which were operated by clockwork handles.

After chips, of course, we headed back into town to meet up with Nicole at the Botanical Gardens.

She didn't turn up. Too much work. We headed home.