Anzac Park

So here we are on a post-swimming Wednesday outing with C&G at a previously unvisited by them and only vaguely remembered by me park on a what I recall to be a suspiciously sunny day where the sun beat down, as it does on days such as this, on my neck in a vaguely threatening way.

The park, well-appointed once upon a time no doubt, appears jaded and past its best to the adult eye, but provides a possibly entertaining venue for the ongoing personal space issue that appears to characterise the Lyra-Georgia dynamic. Duo.