Wombat Bend is a lovely playground

This morning we drove to Westerfolds Park, where we used to stop off and go jogging on the way to work. I had visions of us putting the kids in our backpacks and walking for a while, then letting them run around a field. I remember that there were fields.

There probably are fields, but there's also a new playground which was being installed just at the time that we last went there a couple of years ago. Our office moved, so Westerfolds Park  was no longer on our way to work.

The playground is just lovely. It's all planted with native plants and trees, and there are winding paths and sculptures set into the ground, and a maze, and a flying fox, and a whirling thing where you strap your kids into seats on cables, and they whirl around with silly smiles on.

Hazel loved going on the slide, and Ivy whirled and swung (with a silly smile). Hazel found some glazed tiles with pictures of cars ("CAR! CAR!"). Ivy poured dry sand down her shirt. Both girls made friends with a 13-month-old boy who waddled around and whacked Ivy's head gently. "Gently!" said his mum. Ivy bowed her head under the rain of very gentle blows.

We will go again. I hope Chrissy can bring her boys before they fly away to colder climes.