Australia day at Belmore Basin is always a treat. Being woken up at 6am by the fire of a cap gun signalling the start of a triathlon, followed by the music of the merry go round and techno of the dodgem cars, not to mention the screaming of a supportive crowd.
This year, the sun beamed down on the tarmac of the cordoned cliff road which featured a row of multi-coloured holden cars contrasting perfectly with the cobalt blue sky and flapping union jacks.
The sand castles looked very professional, most had been taken over by parents after bored and sweaty children lots interest and moved to play in the water. Dads were getting their hands, feet and faces dirty lying in the sand and sculpting their way toward a prize of a few McDonalds vouchers - or maybe they were just having a lot of fun. Things got very serious down this end of the beach.
Into the night he rain started to pour. Ten minutes before the first sight of fireworks, flag-printed beach ubrellas became a shelter for hundreds of anxious children and an equal number of drunken aussie blokes and sheilas wore flags tied as capes, and with a great cheer, the show began.
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