What could be more Australian than ending up hot, sticky, salty, sweaty and tired on Australia Day? I took precautions and did not end up burnt.
Last week I mentioned to Sister that I was not working on Australia Day and should we take Mother out?
Sister ran with the idea and insisted we should. I was hoping she would be doubtful. When I next spoke to Mother and asked her where she would like to go, with some trepidation she suggested Mornington Beach. Is that too far? Bloody oath it is, I should have said. That makes nearly four hours of driving for me.
R correctly guessed we would not be home before 8pm and he was right. Mother had managed to find her beach umbrella, but not beach chairs. Is that why my back is aching today? Either sitting on sand for an extended period or sitting driving for an extended period.
I had already mapped out the circuitous route and found my way to Mornington. No one mentioned that there was an Australia Day parade in Mornington earlier and a vintage hot rod car display. Mornington was so busy. The perve factor was 10/10 though. There was no where that we liked the look of to eat at, so at Mother's suggestion we had Subway. Quite nice really.
The main beach was packed with no car spaces, as was the one slightly north. We headed south and ended up at a lovely beach, Mount Martha South Beach. We spent a couple of hours on the beach and it was quite nice under the umbrella. Perve factor 9/10.
Returning to take Mother home, we went via Cranbourne and happened across take away food place that my Sis in Law manages.
She wasn't there but twenty year old neice was and gave us roast meat sandwiches for half price.
We gulped the food down back at Mother's, and rushed off home and I was very quickly showered and in bed for a 4am rise.
I like living near the sea. I like going to the beach for a walk or a cup of coffee. I like looking at the sea and its moods. But I am truly well past sitting on a beach, covered in sunscreen, wearing a hat that makes my head hot, getting sand where it ought not be, including in the car.
Mornington is very nice though. I checked it out before hand with a vague idea that I might get to do something I wanted to do. Alas, the steam train was not running for me to see it shunt and depart and there was a general lack of enthusiasm to visit the local historical org's venue at the old post office.
I will revisit to do what I want to do, when this insane heat has passed.