A tv show years ago called Seachange made Barwon Head famous, including the dispute over the old and worn out bridge. I think the matter was resolved by building a new road bridge and converting the old bridge to a pedestrian and cycling bridge.
The star of Seachange, character Laura, lived in a house overlooking the beach and for Mother's 70th birthday, Sister paid for a week's accommodation in the house for Mother and late Step Father. We visited and were part of a huge family celebration with a barbeque. It is hard to believe it was 16 years ago. Mother and Step Father paid themselves for an extra couple of days as they loved it so much.
Our Boathouse cottage was next door to Laura's House. It is a one bedroom and fortunately with a king sized bed. In spite of there not being a vanity unit in the bathroom, it was really well set up. Even in the most expensive hotels we have stayed, there has never been a better set up for towel rails and door and wall hooks.
The heating was good and there were heat lamps in the bathroom and by golly we needed good heating. It was cold and often wet. It poured down rain as we drove for the one and a half hours to Barwon Heads on the Friday. Longer than that really as we stopped off for lunch and supplies.
Ex Sis in Law had one granddaughter stay with them in the caravan, and the day we arrived, Little M was going home with her mother and Little Em was going to stay. Also Hippie Niece was staying, sleeping on our lounge room floor with her twins in the caravan with their grandparents. What could possibly go wrong? The three grand children ran riot but no big problems.
This mud lark, jay or mud jay was trying it on for a free feed at the caravan. Gosh it made loud chirps.
The view from our lounge room. Yes, that air con was really pumping the heat out.
Cute cottage, yes?
The two seater couch was very uncomfortable, but otherwise we could barely fault the cottage. Well, the tvs were a little small but that is par for the course in nearly all accommodation.
The bridge over Barwon River is visible.
The bedroom looking into the bathroom.
I am not sure what this restaurant is called. We called it The Boathouse, which is a little confusing as we stayed in a Boathouse. It also had a kiosk serving food and coffee.
A magpie with a broken wing came a begging. I don't normally feed wild birds but I felt sorry for him or her. His partner and his two young child maggies were close by. In spite of the broken wing, he still shared food with his nagging offspring.