Off for the week’s bike riding in a vague hope of maintaining some fitness before Around the Bay in a Day. It was such a calm, still morning that I hurried off down around the bay to Frankston and back, deciding to climb Oliver’s Hill for a little extra exercise. As usual, some petrol-head in a rusty old bomb tried to run me off the road in Frankston, but that’s Frankston — it happens every time. On the way home the breeze picked up, and by the time I reached St Kilda it was blowing hard enough to be causing considerable distress to some of the riders out on the road for the afternoon.

In desperate need of food I called in for a large (and suspiciously healthy-looking) apple crumble in Albert Park, then headed home for a much-needed beer or two. The beers were in the Dover Hotel, since Joey pointed out that she’s never been in there, they have a pin-ball machine that looks like her favourite one, and they have a new beer garden that needs investigation.

A quick browse through the papers in the evenings to try and find a decent movie — nothing seemed to grab our attention — then we found it. The Great Escape, at the Astor. A magnificent piece of entertainment, and one that just has to be seen on a big screen for full enjoyment. James Coburn as an aussie was a bit bizarre, I didn’t realise until right near the end when he told someone that he was Australian, that that’s what he was meant to be!