Sunday ...

... started with an easter bunny hunt for Mr Brown. Then we went to a BIG breakfast with our friends, the Hedonists. Mr Hedonist is participating in some sort of triathlon madness next weekend, so we all trooped down to the Botanic Gardens to walk the course, spot changeover spots etc. That took a while and made us thirsty so we bought cool drinks to sip in a shady spot on the grass. Where we spied some prick throwing sticks at the Fruit Bats hanging from the trees. We all muttered about how wrong this was, what sort of creep comes to a public park and throws things at protected beasties? Etc, etc, but then he hit one. My blood got right up, I sprang to my feet and actually went over and confronted him, told him to stop, threatened to get a ranger, called him a prick! Then Mr Hedonist came up too, nasty (turned out to be French tourist) stick throwing man almost ran at him, staring a lunatic stare. I thought there was about to be a bit of biffo. Mr Brown & Mrs Hedonist (behind us on the grass) were apparently reading themselves to intervene. However, after some firm words Mr stick throwing man (who said he wasn't 'urting them, was not an 'unter bla bla, he may have been called a 'unt at one point - not by me of course) saw the error of his ways and went back to lie on the grass with his rather gorgeous girlfriend.
A little later we wandered off toward Government House, wandered the gardens, did the dinky tour of the house itself and went back to the Hedonist's vehicle. Hunger was in the air (hadn't eaten since breakfast), the merits of peaking duck -v- high tea were discussed. Peaking duck won, we had some in China Town, followed by a Passion Flower dessert near the Capitol Theatre.

Pretty much breakfast ended at 7:30 - they are a bad influence those Hedonists.