Lyrebird Park

Unique nights transpire, stricken with cold breaths

The night sky, a thick, dark blanket, segregated by the bright, white lights ahead

Cold sweat descending off our faces, along with wheezes and gasps for oxygen

The noise of studs against the hard grass, emphasising the deep voices that echo around the ground

The noises here cannot be conveyed enough, the surroundings are just something special

This place delivers an eerie presence as you glance towards the north at the cow fields

All of these feelings and emotions are what we are here for

Wednesdays and Fridays.