Owned by Royal Caribbean Cruise, the Celebrity Solstice begins its journey down Port Phillip Bay from Melbourne's Station Pier towards The Rip, where she will then enter the open ocean of Bass Strait and sail on to a destination unknown. She was berthed in Sydney when we visited in March.
I can be sitting at the desk and out of the corner of my eye I see movement and invariably it is a balloon.
This one settled nearby in Fawkner Park.
The upmarket Cafe Vue, owned by celebrity chef Shannon Bennett closed and re-opened with a new name. It was just as expensive but we did not try it as we received such bad service there over three separate visits when it was Cafe Vue. It is now up for lease again. Note the French flag, in support of France after that terrible Paris assault last month. Bennett is a known lover of French cuisine.
For the first year in many I did not make a Christmas cake, but R did under my guidance. So far as we can see, it turned out very well. The skewer is to put holes in the surface to allow the whisky to soak in. Later it will get a layer of marzipan and then one of white icing. It was only cooked at 150C degrees and the layer of brown paper around the outside stops it becoming overcooked at the edges.
Dog Jack was visiting and we decided to go out for some lunch and give him some exercise. Our balcony can give us a deceptive impression of the weather. It felt quite cool so we wore jackets. They were quickly discarded once we reached St Kilda's West Beach. We had a bite to eat and coffee at the Bathers Pavilion.
It was anything but cool.
Dog Jack chased the ball then would not bring it back, as he does at times. He decided after one chase of the ball, that it was quite enough and found some shade.
Then he was off like a rocket to greet a family sitting on the beach. Eventually he returned. He is a bad dog to let off the leash, so it was back on with the leash.
All the shaded areas were taken, so we sat at a shaded table up on the footpath. A man and his young son were talking about the cute little white dog tied to our table. The man asked if the boy could pat the dog. Of course we said yes. Go on Jack, the man said to the boy. Give the dog a pat. I said to the man, guess what the dog's name is.
I am bit rusty with Roman numerals, but something about this told me it was not a Roman numeral and I was correct. Not sure what it is.
Since Jack was not going to behave on the beach, and we were wearing shoes making it hard work to walk on the sand, we strolled along the beach path and then crossed over to the other side and admired a few buildings as we returned to the car. I had just found the vivid setting on the camera. A bit too much vividness.