A little bit pink...

The weekend was left open, no fixed plans were made. After a spontaneous trip to South Melbourne market on Saturday which resulted with Andy hacking at a piece of fish on Saturday night trying to make his own fish fingers (let's be posh and call them goujons, he was succesful in the end thanks to the addition of Panko breadcrumbs), a slightly better plan was made for Sunday.

The weather had been a bit rubbish, with some really big downpours, so I packed the ol' faithful (in other words the umbrella) and we headed out on a longgggg walk to St. Kilda (it doesn't look that far on a map, bit it is). The stretch of beach towards St. Kilda was full of kite surfers (I am kind of planning to do this, although it does consist of 2 lessons before you are actually allowed to kite surf, one learning to fly the kite and the next learning to flying it whilst up to your neck in cold salty water).

The reason behind this longgggggg walk was to check out anything going on in St. Kilda as the festival had started, but more importantly to view the craft fair at the esplanade (a curve of road).

The craft fair was really quite impressive, it is held every Sunday, there were stalls of clothes, woodwork, jewellery, soaps, paintings, juggling equipment, bags, and the list goes on. We didn't buy anything, not because there was nothing we wanted but because we needed to check out the policies on bring stuff back to the UK (they had beautiful wooden boards, but I would need to be sure about getting them past customs before buying).

The trip also included Andy taking me out for lunch (I know, I know). We had a lovely pizza in a cafe on Acland Street, before heading back past the craft stalls for one last look and beginning the walk back home. It was at this point that the sun decided to come out for the first time in a couple of days, the wind continued to blow and Andy and I started to feel the burn (not from the walk, we didn't go that fast, the burn of the sun and wind). You might think why not use the umbrella as shade, unfortunately the wind put paid to that (and almost to the umbrella).

So here I sit and I am as the title says... a little bit pink (or very pink). So the lesson learnt is when packing an umbrella put in the suntan lotion and as the girl guides/scouts say "always be prepared".