Yesterday we took Dylan to see the sculpture exhibition at Werribee Park, the park surrounding Werribee mansion. It's the third time in a row we go to this yearly exhibition, and by now it's a regular calendar feature that is in the "don't miss this" list.
And for a very good reason: the park is very well looked after and is just nice to walk about; the mansion itself offers an impressive surrounding (if not half as impressive as similar mansions we saw in the UK, but then again those mansions have a lot to envy in the weather department); the sculptures are interesting and offer the required motivation to roam around the garden and look for them; it's a great excuse to take photos (and I took so many it would take me a while to upload them); Dylan was a very good boy (unlike today - drove us crazy!); and the weather was just perfect - sunny, 21 degrees, not too warm and not too cold.
I'll put it this way: if any of our friends would like to go there, and we're available, we would love to have another go. Worth the $13 admission price (per person)!
One interesting thing that happened to us while roaming the park was that we've stumbled upon one of the two couples that sat next to us during our prenatal classes. Aside of reminding us of the era that was there before Dylan came along to irreversibly change our lives, and aside of the exchange of notes on how much of a pain raising babies is, I have found the bumping interesting for much more trivial a reason: being that we hardly know anyone in Australia, it's strange to just bump into someone while walking about. In Israel I would bump into people I know, often people I don't really want to bump into, all the time; but one of the things I got used to by now about Australia is that you just don't bump into anyone. It's funny, because it makes you miss the experience and makes you wish you do bump into someone; you want to feel like the world around you cares about you.
Anyway, bullshit stories aside, here are a couple of videos documenting how we changed Dylan's nappy at the park. It's split in two, a before and an after film; the nappy change itself is rated Echs [for the record, "echs" is a common Israeli way of expressing disgust that's pronounced rather like the letter X is pronounced in British English]: