For a few years after R and myself got together, Mother still had funds enough to rent a holiday house for a couple of weeks on Phillip Island each summer. For quite a number of years it was the house of Mother's best friend who sadly yet selfishly died in her forties and that was the end of cheap Phillip Island holidays. Mother funded the next few at other places on the island but then her money dried up. The friend's house was in Rose Avenue in Cowes. The house was at the end of the street with I think a golf course on one side. It was a ten minute walk from the beach so we were not lulled to sleep by lapping water but by the sound of koalas courting and making love in the golf course. You may think of koala love making as a beautiful thing, but let me tell you, the pig like noise was horrendous.
I quite vividly recall one summer where every morning in pre R times we would either walk to the beach or drive to the Cowes shops. The afternoon was always spent on the beach. Did I have a small cassette player of some type? I can't remember but The Eagles had just released the album Hotel California. I loved the title track and the whole album was played many times on the beach in about 1976/77.
I was reminded of The Eagles when I recently heard one of the members, Glenn Frey, died. Photo from Billboard.