Sister and Little Jo prepared a nice snack lunch, served on my late grandmother's English fine china plates, cups and saucers that she took, along with the crystal cabinet, from Mother's place. Neither of my brothers care and nor do I but for some reason R does. Sister had an even older almost complete dinner set for eight of my grandparents, dating I think to 1924.
Little Jo had made a cake, and R was her master chef at making cakes at a very young age. Along with her Easter Egg Bilby, we gave Little Jo something over NZ$30 spending money for her sea scout trip to NZ next year, our left over money from NZ.
In our car, we visited Queenscliff and
We had a drive around Queenscliff and Point Lonsdale and after some refreshment back at Sister's we headed for home. Three hours of driving for about a four hour visit, but it suited us to not stay.
Mother and ABI Brother called in for a break on Saturday. R went overboard with food, and now I am the worst in the world for saying he put in too much effort. I should know better. He complains endlessly about Mother, but he never complains about doing food for people.
This Tuesday they called in again on the way home and this time it was only bought fruit cake and tea.
At the two year old twin's birthday party the week earlier, Mother was determined not to go to Sister's for Easter. R talked her around. The day before she was due go, she called me and said she didn't think she could do it. I was very encouraging that she should. She laid down rules for ABI Brother. No phone calls, no staring at paperwork, just a relaxing time for them. I enforced the benefits of a break from home for ABI Brother, with Sister and Bone Doctor looking after them, which they did. It was so important that Mother went to Sister's for Easter for the following reason.
On Sunday Sister took them out for a drive, which ended up near Colac where late Step Father lived for much of his former married life. They arrived at 1.30 at one of late Step Father's daughter's brand spanking new home, huge, full of marble and shiny surfaces. And then they started to arrive, late Step Father's children, their children, their children and their children. Mother remembered all of their names except the last children who are very young. She never misses sending a birthday card to them. Mother was treated like royalty and clearly she is held in high respect by all of the family. She was absolutely chuffed. She was however critical of Sister for not warning her in advance, but had Sister told her, she would have been panicky, overexcited and shaking.
Here are a few photos from our visit last Thursday. Hidden behind a chocolate rabbit is our Easter card from Little Jo.
Here comes the Sorrento to Queenscliff Ferry.
The ferry docking.
Within a minute the ramp was down and cars were driving off.
Swan Island is a military base covering most of the island, but there is a golf course there, so some access is allowed.
Sister took us to their secret place, where canoes and modest boats are stored unlike at the Queenscliff Marina where there are million dollar boats and berthing fees to match. A barbeque facility is available and can be very social for like minded people of the area. Bone Doctor has three canoes stored there and as well as her GP work, her Sports Medicine work, her surgical sessions at Epworth Hospital, she is also a Sea Scouts leader and now a trainer of canoeists.
One of the two Point Lonsdale piers. One is within in the bay and this one sticks out into Bass Strait, wild waters, although not too wild this day.