September 2012, Melbourne, Victoria.
As the sun finally crept out of its winter hibernation yesterday, it took no time for the crowds to flock to the seaside. These past few months of cold, wet and windy days seemed to have merged into one long depressing mass of grey, so yesterday was almost a public celebration that it may finally all be over.
It was the perfect time to dig out our old roller blades; they always come packaged with smiles all round. I mean, you're forty (well, almost forty in Alison's case), you can't skate particularly well, can't stop particularly well, and you probably should know better. But who cares. This is Port Melbourne on a Sunday, anything goes, and it's time for fun.
Port Melbourne is the closest stretch of beach to the city, a short fifteen minute drive from the CBD, yet with five kilometres of an uninterrupted seafront promenade, and golden beaches all the way to St Kilda. Better still, there is also a dedicated bike path that runs all the way through. And not only is it for bikes, it's for roller bladers too. And bless the little people who made it. It's flat, so we didn't have to use the brakes. 
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