When we walk through the gate the first thing we smell is the barbie smell, chips, onions, sausages, it always makes me hungry, especially if the day is cool. The grass smells clean and fresh. We see the faces of the people who live around Port, and we chat to them. We hear the sound of little kids running around in their footy jerseys and their parents yelling at them. We hear the whistle blow and the siren call and the crowd cheer.
Often I have a hot pie in one hand and a cold can in the other. It’s a great way to spend an afternoon in Port.