You get your thrills where you can, up here, whether that's risking your savings on a 3-minute race, or dicing with the crocs when you're out to catch a barra for the barbie.
It's Sunday afternoon with a holiday tomorrow, the pubs in Mitchell Street are noisy with drinkers on the pavement, people are lying on the grass along the esplanade as bald ibises stalk around them and a welcome breeze rattles the palm leaves; and I'm just off for a wander round the Mindil Markets, hoping to find something tasty at the stalls, and especially for a good sunset from the beach. Best one I've ever seen in my life was here, years ago. Fingers crossed.
UPDATE: Pretty good. No afterglow to speak of, and I could have done without the oil rig on the horizon but, overall, not a disappointment.