The dirt at the MCG has barely settled after that wonderful day at the ‘G’ barely two weeks ago and here I am treading the luscious green turf of the Caulfield racecourse. Gone are the earthy jeans, puffer jacket, tiger scarf and runners.
It’s Friday night, Derby Day eve. I’m no punter, yet I love a racecourse. It is a mystery to me, I know.
I took Riewoldt and his cousins, Wells and Watson, to the Fed Square AFL live site on Tuesday.
Saturday morning sport. A warm Melbourne morning at a school in Wheelers Hill. Teenaged kids every where playing almost every sport man known to mankind. I was there to watch volleyball but it was too hot and stuffy inside the gym so I sat outside instead.
Today I made a trip to Collingwood that was not needed. I didn’t realise this until I got there. A shame, because I dislike wasting days with gorgeous blue sky weather, in the car. So I had lunch in Smith Street and did a sketch of the shoptop across the road. Then I went to […]
A beautiful Melbourne morning. People out walking, cycling, parachuting and having sessions with their personal trainers.