The ball rolls off the court and stops at our feet, briefly unheeded. For a split-second all on court wait, expectantly. Then the whistle blows and we’re taken away from our friendly chatter and return the ball to play. The game goes on …
Since migrating straight to Port as a family, we haven’t lived anywhere else, and we can’t see any reason to move. Our daughter plays netball for the school, and now we have the PM Netball Club, where we meet regularly. I love the broad mix of types we meet, all friendly and engaging. There’s the dad who works for a think-tank, always wry and witty. A dad who’s a builder—cheerful and buoyant. Soulful mum—thoughtful and knowing. Sportsmum—a powerhouse on the scene.
All great examples of the friendly and welcoming community we call home.
The siren goes. Change of places. Last quarter. The game goes on …
by David
Since migrating straight to Port as a family, we haven’t lived anywhere else, and we can’t see any reason to move. Our daughter plays netball for the school, and now we have the PM Netball Club, where we meet regularly. I love the broad mix of types we meet, all friendly and engaging. There’s the dad who works for a think-tank, always wry and witty. A dad who’s a builder—cheerful and buoyant. Soulful mum—thoughtful and knowing. Sportsmum—a powerhouse on the scene.
All great examples of the friendly and welcoming community we call home.
The siren goes. Change of places. Last quarter. The game goes on …
by David
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