Once the house quietened down after the Father’s Day madness of overindulging, we decided to get out and about, to get some fresh air and exercise before having an early night. Being a special day, we figured that all the ‘big parks’ would be filled to overflowing, despite the weather so we had to find somewhere nearby but a little out of the ordinary to visit. The conclusion – Jumping Creek Park.
I have no idea what the actual name of the park is, perhaps Cruikshank Park, but we named it Jumping Creek Park the first time we found the park. There is a small playground alongside a small creek that in places is little more than a storm water drain. The last time we visited the creek wasn’t swollen from rain and the ability to jump from one side of the creek to the other was much easier.
Boy-child had a great time challenging himself, hopping from rock to rock to cross the creek as many times as possible, even if it did include slipping in to the creek on occasion!
Girl-child was much happier picking the flowers along the banks of the creek.
My favourite photos of the day aren’t on the banks of the creek but on the hill by the bike track.