While we having lunch I mentioned to R, what about catching the ferry home? I looked it up on my phone and it would take us to Southgate, a short walk for the tram home. Apart from a good map, there was little other information. After lunch we walked down to the pier and an old salt was selling tickets for the ferry, $15 each. We bought two. We then went off to see the market and shops. Look R, there is the Williamstown to Southgate ferry. Do you think it will be ready to leave on time?
Bloody foreigners again. This time it is the very predatory Northern Pacific Starfish. It must be binned. A new starfish can grow from one leg. It is not enough to just stab it. Five legs, bin it.
Just as our ferry arrived, so did a small sailing ship. Damn, we have to board our ferry.
A pleasant view back towards the shore.
The sailing shop had berthed. Actually, where were the sails? How did it move?
This ferry was arriving, no doubt an old Sydney ferry. Our ferry was much more modern.
The city is so close, but even by ferry, it takes a good while to the centre of town.
The stone wall marks the entrance to the Yarra River.
The Newport gas fired power station. It is used to supplement our electric supply as required. Being gas, it can be quickly switched on or off. The lad was talking with his parents in a Euro language. We named him Hans.
Approaching the West Gate Bridge.
As we departed Williamstown, a police pipe band was playing on the static old naval ship.