The luxury of a car meant I was up early taking in the stillness of Molonglo Gorge, a pretty spot near the town of Queanbeyan, 10 minutes down the road. The fresh air brought on an appetite so it was a case of finding one of the few shops open and picking up some grub for breakfast. It took me a little by surprise how a lot of things close here on Good Friday. Later in the afternoon I popped into the city, which was more of a ghost town than ever, and picked up Caroline, a Brit from Sydney who was visiting. Well, Canberra was at its most underwhelming and lived up to its Sydneysider reputation for being dead, 
however, the national attractions were open so we visited the War Memorial for a bit, where it seemed, with nothing much else to do, the rest of Canberra were hanging around.
It was a chilly day but the sun poked through towards the end of the day and made for a beautiful scene upon Mount Ainslie.
however, the national attractions were open so we visited the War Memorial for a bit, where it seemed, with nothing much else to do, the rest of Canberra were hanging around.It was a chilly day but the sun poked through towards the end of the day and made for a beautiful scene upon Mount Ainslie.
Mount Ainslie also gave us a few nice sticks which we collected as part of a secret mission to enhance a flower display Lauren was constructing at home. In fact, one of those sticks came from a tree planted by old Liz Windsor, our beloved leader and John Howard’s sugar mummy. Talking about olde England, in the evening, we had a traditional Friday night English meal of curry, which was nice but not as good as back home. And with a nicely full tummy, it was an early night in preparation for a busy few days…
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