A forgetful swinger

I've learnt an important lesson about this blog... until I have wireless internet with me everywhere I go, it's going to be hard to make this as immediate as I'd like. I scrawl notes down when I go swinging but they're on the back of bus tickets or a page of a newspaper, or the swing lackey's diary...and then I lose them. And that's sad. So I'm relying on my chancey memory.

So, these swings were in Bicentennial Park in Sydney - not a location I would necessarily associate with swings, but they were pretty good - nothing stand out. They are the kind that are short, so you get a more exhilarating pull back at the top. I gave them an 8.

I have learnt another lesson too. I was starting to rely too much on swing lackey's digital camera and when that fell of a television while it was taking a photo of us and broke most horribly (RIP little shutter-guy) we went back to using a camera that had mysteriously died and then come back to life. And just now, trying to get the photos of this swing off it IT'S DIED AGAIN (again in suspiciously mysterious circumstances!) So there's no photos with this review, and not even that a good a review either.

But I digress.... After we finished swinging and walked past the giant sandstone frog on the other side of the park, a lady in the Muslim veil had a turn at the swing too, and that was cool. She knew what time it was.

Hooray for swings! A cautious head tilt with squinted eyes for digital cameras! And a quiet shaking of the head for writing notes on pieces of paper and then forgetting them and chucking them out.