This week is the tour downunder and Stirling is one of the stages. It is a full carnival day. We walked into stirling to see the riders and to catch a glimpse of Lance Armstrong. If only we knew what he looked like. It’s a bit like wheres Wally?
I had this romantic notion of meeting up with the kids (who all buggered off at 9am to try and get the freebies) but by the time we had arrived they had been there for hours so went to a friends house. They watched the race from Donna’s house where they sat on the wall and the race passed them. No crowds or blazing heat. The adults were all partying at the festival and the kids were at home. What is the world coming to