The four of us drove up to Sovereign Hill, Ballarat to dig for gold. It was a lovely, quaint place.

They were just going around, doing their stuff as though it is a natural day-to-day thingie for them [ok, granted it is kind of a day-to-day thing. They have cool jobs!].

While we were having tea to warm ourselves up, a group of children entered the restaurant all dressed up. I couldn’t figure out if they were part of the whole scene or if they were touring the place like us.

Yep, that’s me. FAT.