Wednesday, April 24, 2019

A visit to The Bellarine

We went down to The Bellarine Peninsula yesterday, Thursday, to see Sister and Little Jo for Easter. We had been invited to stay over Easter but R would not. While Sister makes us very welcome, we do like the comfort of home.

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 climbed caught the lift to the top of the tower with Little Jo just as the ferry was coming in. Sister soon joined us, having walked a decent way from where we dropped her off after ordering her hot cross buns at a posh French Bakery, only $18 per dozen. At times Sister is so thrifty to the point of seeming mean with herself, but other times she likes to spend on quality.

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.

23 comments:

  1. The Easter table setting with the colourful vintage crockery is gorgeous. The respect shown to your Mum by her immediate family and her late husband's family is so wonderful.

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    1. Cheryl, it was nice that Sister made an effort and the china comes with a lot of memories. Mother and Stepfather were frequent visitors to family and I guess the family remember them well. How do I put this nicely. Mother was a bit classier than Step Father's family and I guess they were a little impressed by her some thirty five or more years ago.

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  2. Echoing Cheryl.
    And loving the beach scenes. It is way too long since I have seen/smelt the sea.

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    1. EC, you must visit the seaside again soon. Let me look at a map. Batemans Bay is nice.

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  3. Why that's a lovely Easter tea table! I wish we could just go off for a lovely drive. It seems these days our drive are mostly to doctors and veterinarians offices!

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    1. Maribeth, I know what you mean, but you had a nice time with your daughter and all.

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    2. Quite true, Andrew, but I so miss my grandmother's roast leg of lamb. One day I will cook it for someone who would appreciate it. Somehow lamb chops don't thrill me, and everyone here now thinks Easter means Ham. (Not a favorite, but I am there for the family, the kids and myself.)

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    3. Is there anything better than a nice roast leg of lamb? Wouldn't Jack enjoy it? Roast yourself a leg of lamb soon, even if you eat it on your own.

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  4. That coast is the very nicest part of Victoria, but not Colac.

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    1. Hels, I agree, but it is a working class town and always has been.

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  5. Point Lonsdale looks more my 'cup of tea' too. I could sit there for hours; just doing nothing.

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    1. Cro, you would be out of step with the locals who seem to take exercise very seriously.

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  6. A nice get together with a home made Little Jo cake and then a lovely surprise for Mother with all the descendants.

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    1. River, it was very nice, but Mother was absolutely exhausted by it all.

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  7. You certainly do get "out and about", Andrew. It all sounds wonderful....I'm glad you had a nice Easter.

    Mine, by choice, was very quiet and peaceful...spent with my two furry mates. Just how I like my life to be these days...a hermit by nature! :)

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    1. Lee, it always happens in bunches. Now, there is nothing on the horizon until our trip to England in July.

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  8. Quite The Location There. Thanx For All The Photos!

    Cheers

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  9. Sounds like a lovely holiday spent with family, which is the best kind.

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  10. It was very nice of Sister to arrange the get-together and in such a way that your mother didn't fret beforehand. Good things can cause as much anxiety as unpleasant ones, for those of us with anxiety issues.

    Your sand and sea pictures are gorgeous. They make me want to head to the beach, and I'm not a beach person (except in the off season when it's cooler).

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    1. Jenny, I like the beach in cool weather, not in blazing heat, or god forbid, like Florida.

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  11. Sounds like a lovely family Easter Andrew. Gosh Bone Doctor is a highly motivated person, was exhausting just reading about her schedule 😱

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