By George, there's water!

As we rounded the crest of the hill we were greeted by an astonishing sight. Lake George had water! Not just a puddle in the centre, but a wide expanse. It's been a long time since we've seen it this full.

We were heading home from Canberra. Earlier in the day we had checked out of the hotel and boarded the free shuttle bus to Floriade. To our delight it was an open top double decker.

Tree branches whipped closely over our heads as we wound our way down to Lake Burley Griffin. The ride was more of a highlight than the annual flower show, the last in its present location by the lake.

The colourful tulips and other flowers were still gorgeous to look at, but Alex had more fun handling reptiles, tossing footballs to score a free Raiders' cap and going down the big slide.

There's so much to see in Canberra and never enough time to do it all, but we wanted to get home before the early Friday knock off.

Last night Alex had read a passage from the Olim's hotel history book in the room detailing its use as a ladies hostel during the Second World War. The Paragon Cafe in Goulburn, where we ate a lunch of hamburgers, dated from that same era.

It was home sweat home back in Sydney with temperatures in the 30's. Collect Kita, unpack bags, wash the car, go grocery shopping and net the leaves off the top of the pool after what was obviously a period of high winds. Definitely home.

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