Tuesday, March 10, 2015

A weekend away

This is a little rushed and completed way behind the usual time I post.

We stopped off for lunch at Corio on our way to Sister's on the Bellarine. We are looking after dog Jack again and he needed a break, never mind that we have stopped off at the same place sine the mid 1990s when we used to visit our friend in the Western District, well before Sister moved down that way. Oddly Jack's mummy was nearby to Sister's, playing golf.

Photos seem out of order. This is from Sunday when we took Little Jo to the beach and after checking with Sister, it was ok for nearly eight year old Little Jo to swim nude. Maybe it was a coincidence, but two young teen lads on surfboards left the area when Little Jo undressed and was plunging about in the water. Sister once received a good telling off from a mother of teenage sons for making them feel uncomfortable when Little Jo swam in a river without a costume at the age of four. This is probably a paper bark tree. I can't spell its proper name Mela.... lalala.


Really typical beach vegetation. Sister and Bone Doctor had already been out for a bike ride on the day. They walked to the car park where we drove to with Little Jo and the dogs. We all then walked along the coast line.


Looking back at Point Lonsdale. Sister did not tell us we walking halfway to Queenscliff.


At the dog beach, a racist beach. Dark haired dogs were the minority among the many white dogs. We discovered Jack was quite happy with bathing in the sea. He was looking around for a ball to be thrown in the water for him to retrieve.


Sister's dog and Jack got on ok, by ignoring each other. A couple more days together and they would have been wrestling. Once fed at the same time, they changed bowls and cleaned up each other's food.


R and Little Jo made a fairy ring. Little Jo wrote some stuffs. We had to explain fairies plural and fairy's possessive. Oh god, I heard her and R say H as haitch, not aitch. They are in full agreement about how the letter aitch is pronounced, no matter what I say.


Sister asked, is it safe to slip into my pyjamas? Of course Sister. No need to put on side for us. Slip off your high heels and relax. (chortle at the thought of Sister wearing high heels, she can't even match her slippers)


A nice display in the dining room. We bought the Paddington Bear for Little Jo when we at Paddington Station in 2008, when she was one year old.


Sunday morning the pressure was on. In spite of Sister peaking early after cooking us chicken kievs accompanied by wine, Bone Doctor stayed up with us on Saturday night as we emptied a bottle of Scotch. R says he saw BD fall against the wall as she was taking off her jeans before hopping into bed. So funny. BD is normally so self controlled (and by Sister). We are a terrible corrupting influence on her but we had fun and great chat. Apparently by 9.30 Sunday we have to register Little Jo and their dog in the local bowling club charity dog parade. Port Phillip Bay, earlier than I would have really liked to been there.


I think we are looking at Point Nepean here, across the rip.


The dog show went ahead at 10.00.


Little Jo in green was Cleopatra, with her dog a mummy in bandages. R helped with her makeup, kohl smeared eyes. Bone Doctor tried to bandage the dog, but Sister pushed her out of the way. Someone later explained, nurses do bandaging, not doctors. Once again, Little Jo is wearing no knickers, as we discovered later.


It really was good fun.






The winner in the bumble bee outfit.


She was so cute.


Young boy, wouldn't you prefer to be home and on the internet rather than knocking down tin cans?


Little Jo did get a balloon.


I've lost track now of what happened when, and it was only one overnighter. These houses have fantastic views over Port Phillip Bay. It is such a white middle class area but as such areas are, there is little crime and it is a great place to bring up children. Sister had a friend and her husband staying at the local caravan park, so late afternoon we met with them and another couple for drinks and then nine of us trooped off for a very early dinner at the very good Cafe Amore.


Although the temperature was only around 23 (76) degrees the sea water is at its warmest so many took advantage. R and I only paddled. It really was an idyllic day. I had been careful to only have a couple of drinks, so we with the car already packed up (how much luggage do two men need for one night away from home?), we collected Jack from Sister's and were on our way home by 7pm.

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  1. It sounds like a fabulous (and exhausting) weekend.
    And, of course, I love Little Jo's Paddington. A bear of infinite charm.

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    1. EC, I only came to know the Paddington tale late in life. I like him heaps.

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  2. What a beautiful part of the world, if not to live in ...then to have a holiday bungalow. You won my heart with this sentence: "these houses have fantastic views over Port Phillip Bay". I want a house where the lounge room wall slides open and you can see and hear the waves crash into the sand.

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    1. Hels, the water there can be quite rough and crash over rocks, and the wall guarding the path. Don't forget watching all the shipping coming and going, the Tasmanian ferry, container ships full of iPhones on the way in and empty on the way out, pilot boats and cruise liners.

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  3. What a delicious sounding little excursion. Beautiful beach scenery. How far is the drive from the city - 45 minutes? I'm loving the dog parade, such creative costumes! did you guys see Paddington the film recently? An absolute treat.

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    1. Craig, it is a 1 hour 20 minutes drive, which is why we don't visit more often. We wanted to take Little Jo to see Paddington, but she had already seen it. I expect we will catch it in due course.

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  4. Sounds as if you had a lovely day.....Dr.'s can't bandage very well, nurses can :)

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    1. WA, I trust experienced nurses a bit more than than fresh faced doctors.

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  5. Cute dog parade. I liked the ones in skirts.

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    1. Susie, some looked like men dressing up in skirts.

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  6. Excellent day Andrew.. Little Jo is such a character already.. No knickers, are you sure there isn't any French blood in the family :) The dog parade looked delightful!

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    1. Grace, mother's side, Huguenots who moved to England. Dogs don't get the concept of not being distracted while parading.

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  7. I'm with Hels, a big sliding door to be able to hear the waves crashing sounds delightful.
    I hope Jo learns to wear knickers by the time she gets to high school.
    sooner would be better.
    That's a lovely area with the rocky beaches.

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    1. River, I expect some self consciousness will kick in soon enough and she will be horrified to remember days when she wore no underwear. Yes, but generally all the beaches there disappear at high tide.

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