Mother's best friend forever died in her young forties. Her friend's parents owned this modest holiday house in Rose Avenue. It was about five minutes from the beach. Mother rented the house many times for holidays, some summer and some Easter. It looks worse that I remember. It is a very nice and quiet part of Cowes.
Many hours were spent on Rose Avenue Beach, a five minute walk from the house above.
A cycling school group. They had run out of road.
Mother said there was once an old farmhouse on this block. Solar panels were being added to the newish house.
A memorial seat for Chicko. I just tried to find out who he was to no avail. I did discover that where the children are assembled on bikes is the entrance to the prestigious Scotch College, School Camp.
I have been everywhere on Phillip Island, at least where there is a road but I could not remember Rhyll. It is mainly a fishing village, with only a small beach. You can see the long marked car parking spaces for vehicles and their boat trailers.
The water seemed exceptionally clear. We have nice views towards French Island, where Kylie Minogue once had a property and the mainland coastal place of Coronet Bay.
We drove up a very steep hill, attracted by this splendid looking house, well with splendid views at least. There were a number of quite grand newer houses.
Back to Cowes and the bakery on this intersection for lunch.
This avenue of cypress trees in the main street, Thompson Avenue, were planted in the early to mid 20 century. There was a plan 1992 to cut them all down to make more car parking space, but local protests prevented that from happening. Golden cypress, I think.
We all walked very slowly down the steep hill to the beach. It had been made very friendly for the less fit, with ramps as well as steps.
I walked back up the hill to get the car and bring to the bottom to collect Mother and R. I had to stop for a photo stop or two.
"Oh, Oh Antonio. Where have you gone."
We stopped at a supermarket to get a couple of things and across the road was a church with some murals. Each panel references Phillip Island.
Feeding pelicans is alive and well at San Remo on the mainland side of the bridge to Phillip Island.
I would guess this is a bridge to Churchill Island from Phillip Island.
The Nobbies, Phillip Island. We visited the next day.
Mother once rented a gorgeous holiday house at Red Rock Beach on the far side of Cowes. R and I visited and stayed a night. It was on stilts. Mother's late friend who also visited said it was in Daffy Do Street. It was actually Daffyd Street. We checked out the house, which has been built in underneath, around the stilts. The beach was quite lovely.
The rocks did not look very red at all, but in certain light, they do.
Meanwhile back at the caravan park, the storm water drain empties into the sea.
It had been a cool and breezy day, about 20 degrees, but I was grateful for that.
We dined that evening at the Cowes RSL and had a terrific meal for a very reasonable price and R won $70 on the pokie machines. Mother and I had a Seniors roast lamb. R, a chicken parmigiana. Just a week night, but the venue was very busy. Mother said she could not possibly eat all of the food served to her and as we discussed doggy bags and take away containers for half her meal, she kept on eating on until there was nothing left to take home....and then had dessert.
Home and to bed early enough. I knew R was undergoing Mother stress. It really manifested itself the next morning. Funny how Mother stresses R out so much but never her own children. More later.