With the car washed and sparkling, I went on to Altona Beach shopping centre for some lunch, avoiding the short cut to Altona as there is a ford, and I did not want the car to get dirty. I bought a padded post bag to post Little Jo's 'crystals' to her. I had some food at a bakery and then bought a very good take away cup of coffee elsewhere to take down to the beach, a short walk away.
This is the Senior Citizens Centre in Logan Reserve at Altona Beach. I looks like it was once a substantial house. Interesting.
It wasn't a particularly cold winter day, so a few souls were out on the pier and of course a heavily rugged up fisher or two.
Looking west with many footprints in the sand indicating people enjoying themselves over the preceding weekend.
The opposite corner to Logan Reserve. Nanny council has been very busy with crossings and speed humps and other traffic calming measures. How could you not be calm here. It is very peaceful.
Norfolk Island Pines are often grown at the beach as they are quite tolerant of salt. There is little other reason why anyone would plant such ugly trees.
Before I had left home, I looked at the electric street map for something of interest to see on that side of town. The area does specialise in
What is this thing called, love?
I do know what this thing is and there were quite a number of them around. Yes the photo is zoomed, but I did get quite close to the magpie and it seemed quite relaxed.
The steps were opened in 2001 by local MP Julia Gillard. Julia is still the Member for Lalor but rather than a little water passing under the bridge since back then, a tidal wave of political history has swept past. (nice phrasing Andrew)
Ah, the steps. The spacing of them was brilliant for my step length, with a step up, a step forward on the tread and then another step up.
The last part of the climb was a gravel path.
Another puzzling piece at the top, art perhaps.
Looking to the north inland, the building in the middle distance is a basketball stadium with a water treatment plant in the distance.
The wheel ruts are calling card signs of lads. The stocks, I say.
To the east, city views.The Highrise was not visible to me.
To the south and south west are salt flats.
You really will have to click on this photo. The creatures seemingly trapped in a pool of water in a rock appear to be drowned worms of some sort. A couple were still wriggling. My love of critters did not extend to taking them out of the water.
Another blogger has been there before me.
Off home now as the sky is looking increasingly threatening and I didn't want my car getting dirty after my hard work. Trainer and her student were chatting and saying goodbye as I walked to my car parked near theirs and I followed them out. I puzzled over why you need a trainer to help you run up and down a hill. It is probably called motivation. I have little of that. Unless you are a kiddie, I don't think running up and down hills is good for you. I see ankle and knee injuries. While I am the last to lecture about exercise, brisk walking often and not eating too much fattening food is surely enough. I must put this into practice.
Car washed, tick. Post bag bought, tick. A pleasant time at a beach side suburb, tick. Some exercise and something new and interesting, tick. I could have just stayed home and wrote ranty blog posts, half of which I would later delete, but I felt better for having been out.