Breakfast at St. Ali coffee, in South Melbourne.

Took a train to Hurstbridge and walked the trail to Diamond Creek. Was rather grey, but the air was mild, so it made for good walking weather.

Speaking of lunch, maybe the next time the miners decide to swoop me they’ll remember that I’ve been rather nice to them.

The cafe I’ve visited today has got this chicken sandwich on a “signature croissant scroll.” I was skeptical at first, but after trying it out, it works quite well. Very nice.

I appreciate that those making, and putting up, these signs are sticking to this classic phrase.

Retired my old kettle and set up my new one. Currently drinking my inaugural cup of tea from it, while I work on my site.

Speaking of cafes, this pigeon is determined to get inside. It was shooed out a few minutes ago, but it wandered back in again. It’s at my feet while I write this.

I’ve seen a few strange things in parks, but this disco ball is probably one of the strangest.

Sitting in the gazebo waiting for the cafe to open. The pigeons’ keeping me company.

Got greeted this morning with the lovely smell of freshly cut grass in the park, mixed with a slight dampness from a little rainfall. Lovely.