If something is worth doing it’s worth doing well, or at least twice. Tradition has it, if not throughout Australia then at least in this small community, that on the day following a wedding the stragglers re-assemble for … a barbecue! Because Clodagh and Ben were not leaving for their honeymoon (in the Maldives) until the Monday they were there too. Having got to bed rather late we struggled out of bed as early as we could manage it, breakfasted and set off to the venue, about 10 minutes further on from where the wedding was, to a house rented for the family and guests for the occasion. The invite said “11 a.m. onwards” and we had to stop to buy a “slab” (case of beer), and being Easter Sunday and near the coast, it seemed as if the whole of Melbourne was out for the day. We were never going to be on time, but our watches said 12.45 when we eventually staggered in making profuse apologies about our tardiness. People were a little surprised at our apology, as we were to find that, far from being the last, several arrived after us. Guess which day daylight saving ends in Australia? Just as well we didn’t know as we could have been a genuine hour and three-quarters late, but it’s the first time I have genuinely not adjusted our timepieces and made a big mistake with an appointment.
Much meat and salad was consumed and a feeble attempt made to walk it off, on yet another nearby archetypal sandy beach, before we meandered our way home followed by Susan to collect the Easter Eggs that had not made their intended journey that morning.
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