The other side of the mountain

It's been an odd week..... my washing machine died last monday night so I have been waiting with baited breath for a repairman to come and look at it. Turns out that six years of serious amounts of washing, the side effects of having two small children have taken their toll and the motor has gone.

NOOOOOOOO..... well actually it's not that bad..... we got extended warranty when we bought it and luckily we have a couple of months still left on it, although I really don't want to jinx it so we'll wait the week for parts to come and then for the guy to fit it, and then we'll cheer and go put a load of washing on (then call mum and thank her profusely for the use of her washing machine).

So after ferrying washing to and fro all week I really didn't feel like being home doing house work all weekend, and with the children getting restless we decided to go for a walk on 'the mountain' aka Mt Wellington. We did the obligatory drive to the top and froze ourselves in the icy wind and rain (it's not always that bad, but the weather came in pretty fast), then went down and around the side of the mountain (which led to some loud backseat singing of 'the other side of the mountain') to the pipeline track at ferntree.... fairly flat and easy walking for little legs.

They loved it..... 'mummy can we keep on walking?' I think we walked for nearly two hours including 'snack stops', and playground stops, and waterfall stops and 'oooh look at that soft moss' stops. Poor daddy got stuck carrying the bag of goodies and the boy whose legs were tired but who could sprint the last five hundred metres to the car and back to mum and dad.