Sunday morning at Sister's on the Bellarine after cereal and toast saw us off to pick fruit at a blueberry farm. The berries had matured a little early and the farm does not normally open until the new year. Collectively we picked about 3/4 of a kilo, and so cheap at $15 a kilo.
Other fruits were being grown, but we were only allowed to pick the blueberries.
Only pick the dark ones, we were told, not the pale ones or the red ones. Do not eat any picked blueberries. Of course we did sample some. The immature berry is quite pretty.
It was hot and a refreshing drink was need at the blueberry farm cafe.
Trees need to grow a bit, but quite a nice setting.
We drove from the farm to Portarlington in Bone Doctor's monster and then along the coast back to Queenscliff but stopped at winery first.
It was a gorgeous place. Wineries where you buy directly from the grower/wine maker often serve food too, as does Kiltynane Winery. My cunning plan is to go back with R one day, drink lots of wine and eat lovely food and then call Sister or Bone Doctor to come and pick us up.
Swan Bay with Queenscliff in the background.
Little Jo was a bit bored with our wine tasting, so she and R can be seen behind the trees in the children's sand pit.
Sister once found a table tennis table left out for road side
collection. It served them well for many years but did eventually collapse. They bought
a new table and R and myself assisted Bone Doctor with the assembly. I expect you can guess whose footprints they are.
Where Sister lives is quite an expensive place to buy or to rent. There are not too many houses that still have traditional grass driveway strip. I love them. Maybe they are only found in Australia. This is a typical rural beach side house, for permanent living. We were walking down to the beach. R and myself only paddled. R had left his contacts in and I hate cold water, but Sister, BD and Little Jo had great fun in the water.
Sister and Bone Doctor had this outdoor shower installed and placed some paving with the help of a friend. Bone Doctor built the timber platform. It is private enough to shower naked as long as no one pops their head over the fence. I used it to wash the sand off Little Jo's surfing board.
Sister cooked us a lovely meal, local mussels in a nice sauce and Bone Doctor barbequed some lamb, accompanied by a salad. While R and myself arose about the same time Sunday morning, Sister and Bone Doctor were already out walking and cycling respectively. Sister her taken her dog on the walk but the dog went into the water and had wet feet, so banned from coming inside, She plaintively looked inside through the kitchen window. Yes, that is my notebook out on the table.
So it is now Monday morning and Bone Doctor had gone to work. Sister asked if we would like to walk to the local village for coffee. It is quite a walk, about 2 km. Fortunately she drove us to the beach and the walk was a bit shorter. Little Jo wasn't keen on breakfast before we left. Sister told her in no uncertain terms that there would not be breakfast in a cafe. We ordered our coffee and Little Jo wanted food. Sister relented (even she gets conned by Little Jo) and ordered a bacon sandwich. It arrived at the table and there was enough bacon etc for the four of us. We had sipped our coffee in the cafe to the left. Where Sister lives is a place for holiday makers, many of whom own houses there they use for holidays. There is little that can be bought for less than $500,000, so some quite rich people are visiting the town. The cafe we were in was mostly Malvern types. The one next door, as Bone Doctor later pointed out, was more Ivanhoe. The town is certainly a place to observe the inequality of Australian society in general. People who can live and holiday here are very fortunate members of society.
What a hoot. A lad had draped himeself in seaweed as we walked back to the car. He looked like Cousin Itt. They were having great fun. Btw, I noted Pugsley recently died.
On the horizon we noticed a big non cargo boat about to exit the rip of Port Phillip Bay. I knew, and to my surprise R also knew, there were no cruise ships in port. What could it be? Mid morning, it was quite discombobulating to see it was the Spirit of Tasmania. We then recalled there is a twice daily service during the summer period and the sailing times are different. On the far side of the ferry is Point Nepean. Once back at Sister's we packed up the car and were home by early afternoon.