Tuesday, 25 January 2011
As I type, the pavlova is in the oven. I filled the fridge with nibbles and drinks this morning. Iceblocks in the freezer as it's supposed to be a stinker tomorrow, so I'm sure they'll be some iceblock action under the sprinkler. A typical backyard barbie. I can't think a better way to spend a day at the end of January.
Many years ago, I went to an Invasion Day event at La Perouse, where we were the only white people. I don't really know why I went, I must have been in one of my 'change-the-world' phases. It was strangely quite a celebratory day with music, dancing, stalls and Dagwood Dogs. Not unlike a local fete.
In 1988, the bicentenary, I camped at Cremorne Reserve with the family so we could guarantee a spot to see the Tall Ships, Ferry Race and fireworks on the harbour. I didn't sleep a wink wedged between a sandstone boulder and drunk people blowing horns all night.
Still the backyard barbie is still my favourite way to spend the day.
How do you celebrate Australia Day?