The morning dawned with a prescient shepherd's warning, and the sky was quite right.
Mother is old, like 83 and now depends on a walking frame when out and about. R ever so kindly lambasted me in advance. Did you not think about how your mother's walking frame will be stowed for our wee holiday? Did I not tell you when we bought the new car three years ago that we needed an SUV? Well, no, I didn't think about needing a larger vehicle for Mother's walking frame when she did not use one. OK, R talks like this when he is feeling stressed.
Formerly when on the odd occasion that I do Mother Thursday, the walking frame sits on the backseat as it won't fit in the boot, and either R or myself is squashed up on one side of the back seat while munching on a walking frame wheel. R has never let me experiment with putting down one of the 40%/60% split backs of the back seat. He rode in discomfort the short distance from Pakenham to Koo Wee Rup where we had a nice lunch at a bakery. Mother refuses to use a walking stick for short distances, so every time we stop, the walking frame has to come out. Then we had to stop again for a public toilet stop, where she did walk unaided to the toilet.
We journeyed on and arrived at Cowes at about 2:30, shortly after check in time. We last stayed in Cowes in 2007, and amazingly after I checked back on blog posts from back then, it was in the same cabin. I have now added a label, Cowes, to the posts from back then, and also one to to our 2016 road trip when we stayed nearby and visited Cowes for lunch. I took some pretty good photos with an older camera, I think. I don't self praise often, but I think my posts were pretty good. Little Jo and members of family had visited; Little Jo was about 3 months old.
Looking back at the old Cowes' posts, interesting to see we paid $110 per night plus a fee of $20 for bed sheets and towels. Eleven years later we paid $160 plus $31 for bed sheets and towels. I think this is the only place in the world where we have had to pay extra for sheets for our beds, and towels.
Unbelievably the exact same fabric pattern is on the couch. I have a photo of Hippie Niece nursing Little Jo on the same couch.
Perhaps a little dated, but very clean and comfortable.
Just a couple of hours after we arrived R and I walked down to the beach, the wind changed from being a hot northerly to a cold southerly.
All traces of human activity had been erased from the beach by the wind.
R did have a little paddle, but we felt our legs, arms and faces had received enough dermabrasion for the day and so returned to the cabin.
As evening approached, out came the rabbits, many of them. I didn't get a really good photo. Also a flock of galahs descended to feast on something on the ground that falls from a tree. One of Mother's former neighbours, Mrs Stewart, remembers staying the caravan park when she was a girl and there were hundreds of koalas to be seen. None there now that we could see.
Mother decided she wanted take away fish and chips for dinner, so we drove to get some and were spoilt for choice by the number of places almost side by side. We chose the green shop. The fish was nice, in a nice batter but the number of chips was ridiculous. Half a field of potatoes in each box.
The cabin quickly cooled down after the change of weather, so the air con cooling went off and a couple of hours later, the air con heating went on. Mother and R watched stupid shows on tv while I watched stupid Youtube clips on my tablet. R and I almost successfully blocked our ears to Mother moaning on about her medical problems and with a dire warning that she has not been to the toilet for three days and she expected things to happen in the morning. I think we all slept quite soundly.