R had seen Little Jo consecutive Saturdays while I was at work. I was missing her. I had not seen her for three weeks, so Bellarine Peninsula, here we come. We went down Sunday morning and returned Monday afternoon. Bone Doctor is working down that way and part of the job is cheap accommodation. Not a bad place really and much more room that at Murrumbeena. They have kept the flat at Murra and are renting it out.
After pumpkin soup and sandwiches, Sister, Bone Doctor and Little Jo took us Point Lonsdale Beach. We walked a kilometre or so along the beach to the lighthouse, stopping at the playground along the way, and then when returning from the lighthouse, we again stopped at the shops for a cold drink. We returned to where we arrived at the beach and Sister and Bone Doctor and Little Jo all stripped off on the beach and slipped into their bathing costumes. We averted our eyes. The weather looked atrocious when we left Melbourne and so did not take swimmers. We waded and looked after Little Jo and made sand castles when she wasn't in the water with Sister and Bone Doctor. They adore swimming and are very fit. Note, we stayed on the beach, swimmers or not.
I thought Point Lonsdale was wonderful. I liked that it had beach and cliffs and good walkways and if you are bored, you can watch the ships coming and going through Point Phillip Bay Heads, between Point Lonsdale and Point Nepean.
We went back to their place for salt and sand removal and then out to Port Arlington to get some fresh farmed mussels for dinner. $10 for 2kg turned into 3.5 kg. Nice.
We travelled back via the coast and stopped off at the St Leonards hotel for a cold ale. We sat outside and peered out to sea and watched the comings and goings on the pier. Poo Mummy, poo and Sister gave orders. Little Jo was rushed to the lav by Bone Doctor.
Unlike R, Sister is not a natural at cooking but she served the mussels well in a thin tomato, wine and garlic sauce. The heavy bread sopped up the sauce and there were sausages if we were still hungry. The upside down pear cake was somewhat more compact that when if first came out of the oven, but it was nice too.
Sister's friends had called on the telephone. Asked if they could drop by. By all means. More the merrier. The did come, with their teenage kids.
We were sitting outside in a covered barbeque area. R's wet and and sandy jeans were hanging on the clothes line to dry. A few spits of rain came and I urged him to bring them under shelter. He did and hung them in the covered area. Tune in tomorrow to find out what happened to R's jeans.
The Point Lonsdale Lighthouse in the distance.
Sister thinks the weather in winter will be ok. I did not mention southerly gales coming in straight off Bass Strait.
Somewhere under out feet is supposed to be William Buckley's cave. Unverified info from Sister.
Local shops, for local people. All are welcome.
Sister, Bone Doctor and Little Jo enjoying the 21 deg waters.
Collision at The Heads imminent. Did not happen.
This touristy stuff is hard work. Time for a stiffie at St Leonards Hotel.