The boys took themselves fishing (no boasting or tails were seen hanging out of buckets so we can safely assume nothing much was caught...), and yesterday we took ourselves into Albany where we met up with our good friends Anne and Ian, for the annual Albany Classic day of car racing around the town. It is an event that has been run for many years, with vintage, classic, racing and other assorted vehicles proudly displaying shiny fenders and blackened tyres, a testament to the love these people have for their cars. There were many different events and we wandered around to the various vantage points to enjoy the spectacle of these colourful vehicles tearing around the streets.
There were vintage cars aplenty.
There were classics.
There was a Ferrari, surrounded by drooling men.
Amazing how barriers, flags and huge blocks of concrete that sprung up overnight transformed the normally sedate streets in the centre of town into a speedway!
The uphill part of the race.
Waiting for the start with the utmost concentration.
And they're off!
Taking the bend with ease.