We stopped on the way at the Corio McDonalds, as we have always done from the time we had dogs to water and allow to do their business so many years ago when we used to visit our friend in western Victoria. Many people were doing the same when we stopped off for a small burger for lunch. Back in the time we stopped there, it was a little more countrified and our dog Toby jumped into the creek and then back into the car all muddy. This time we had eaten hot cross buns for a late breakfast and we weren't very hungry. A woman pulled sharply in front of me on Kingsway and we kind of paced along the freeway. Somehow I ended up in front and as we parked the car, she pulled in. I looked daggers at her, even though she would have had no idea why.
R is not a Catholic, but he will not eat red meat on Good Friday, so he had made a tuna bake to contribute to the evening meal. Sister had bought some smoked trout. It was a fish on Friday meal. Mother ate fish fingers. Real fish does not agree with her.
We took a decent pre dinner walk to the beach and the waves were quite wild. Before dinner, we had a back yard Easter egg hunt, with Little Jo hiding the eggs. I think I won with collecting most of the tiny chocolate eggs. Dinner, some tv and chatting and we retired early enough to bed. The next morning we visited the monthly local Sunday market, held on Saturday for Easter, but did not buy much, except for fruit and vegetables to bring home, along with some hot cross buns. Sister and ABI Brother also bought a decent amount of fruit and vegetables. We realised we had too much to carry home, so Sister went home to get the car and returned.
Bone Doctor flitted in and out over the two days, having lots of engagements and needing to run and cycle, and thereby avoiding spending much time with Mother.
We were back at Sister's from the market by eleven, and Mother was just finishing her make up and finally ready to do something. She stayed three nights, us only one. Poor ABI Brother. I helped him unload the car of Mother's luggage. It was about fifteen trips to and from his car all told.
We set off to Torquay, which I don't believe I have ever visited. It is a very large sprawling town south of Victoria's second largest city, Geelong. I was quite impressed with Torquay, although it was very busy and much more big place feel to it than where Sister lives.
Fuzzy Cocoa is a one person dog, Sister's. But Fuzzy is sociable and we had some good walks. Mother feeds her Marie biscuits from her endless supply of biscuits, bananas and barley sugar within her handbag. Sister gets cross with Mother.
Everybody, let's get stoned.
One has to amuse oneself. Odd thing for me to do as my hands are not the steadiest, but I didn't do too badly. The poking pencil was useful.
Little Jo made an aquarium, with her assistant R, but she did most of it.
We drove past an airport advertising Tiger Moth flights. Not sure why you want to be deafened and frozen while riding in a old plane, but clearly some do. It made a nice noise.
The earlier photo of Torquay beach was the eastern side of Danger Point. This is the wilder western side.
I could have just sat for an hour and wave watched.
I can't remember why we went to the Torquay supermarket, but there was a sausage sizzle fund raiser for the local Men's Shed staffed by very old men who really seemed to struggle with the task. Like the idea of wearing plastic gloves is not to protect your hands from the germs of cooking meat and taking money and giving change, but to protect the customer, so you need to change them or use different hands. We had eaten an early lunch at Sister's so I counted this as afternoon tea, even though we had afternoon tea later. "Little Jo, just tell your mother we made a donation to the Men's Shed. No need to mention the sausage sizzle".
Anyway, it was quite still at the supermarket, but less than a kilometre away it was a cold wind at Torquay's Point Danger. I wonder what direction the prevailing wind blows from?
How I hate Norfolk Island Pines in Australia. They belong on Norfolk Island. We had one at our house in East Malvern. We cut it down with an electric chain saw and nearly took out our power supply. Oh, the unawareness of personal danger by daredevil young men. A woman was praying on the grass at where an old anchor sat. I then went down to the beach on the lower side of the trees and looked up and she was raising and lowering herself as she prayed. On the other side of the anchor stood ABI Brother reading a plaque, and for all the world it looked like she was praying to him. Another not sure, why do you have to pray at a Torquay park in front of everyone, but each to their own. It made interesting colour.
Torquay has long been a tourist destination, back to the late 1800s and there are some older buildings still there, but not many. Most are like this. No R, we are not moving to Torquay.
We drove along The Esplanade until the asphalt ran out and came across some kite flying.
I meant to go this way to Torquay but I mucked it up, so we went home this way, not the most direct route, but I liked the road names, Horseshoe Bend Road, Blackgate Road, Breamlea Road and Bluestone School Road before joining the Barwon Heads Road back to Sister's.
Sister and Bone Doctor were going to see football in Geelong that night, leaving Mother and ABI Brother in charge of Little Jo. Little Jo told ABI Brother that her mother had said she could one Easter Egg a day, so ABI Brother said she could have one, in spite of him knowing or forgetting she had already had one today. She then did the same with her Nanny. I had to work the next day, so we could not stay. I had a hunger for KFC chicken, deep fried. R took a micro second to agree, so we planned to buy some on the freeway a few kilometres from home, but lordy, the store had closed down. R was too exhausted to cook from entertaining Little Jo all day and I was tired from so much driving. Oh well, take away pizza at home. No, our local is closed for Easter, so we ordered from a a chain pizza place online, which references a previous post.