Tuesday 26th January was Australia Day, Australia's national day. There's ongoing debate about whether the day should be our National Day, because when the majority of the 1st Fleet, arrived in Sydney Cove on 26th January 1788, it can be reasonably assured the inhabitants, Sydney's Gadigal people of the Eora Nation of Australian aborigines weren't all that keen. To be sure the there was conflict between the British people and the aboriginals and it took until 2008 for the Australian Government to apologise for years of neglect, for the taking of aboriginal people from their families to foster them out in a misguided attempt to improve their lot, and to generally accept that some of the things that were done on both sides were wrong.
That being said, yesterday (for me) was a day of celebration and I spent it with choir friends at The Rocks, the Sydney Harbour landing site of those centuries past. We performed 4 brackets of songs between 11am and 3.30pm and we all had a great time.
Over the past few years there's been a lot of jingoistic, yobbo, ratbaggery, but that seems to have been a small concern yesterday, and I don't think there were the many of the all too often ratbag efforts of years gone by.
And that, is a very good thing.