The Golfer and I spent the weekend away at Point Lonsdale to celebrate a wedding anniversary (actually our 26th but belatedly our 25th).
Point Lonsdale is a sleepy, friendly, quiet little town (at this time of year!) where everyone seems to know each other (lots of conversations happening over cash registers and in the street) and, consequently, all tensions seem to drift away and we spent our time reading, walking, chatting and generally relaxing. So nice.
We stayed in a lovely apartment
just over the road from the cemetery – which we hadn’t realised when booking, butas this is where some of Pa Kettle’s family are buried, after unpacking, The Golfer and I went over to say a hello to Papa, Gran and Auntie P. Lovely and very comforting.
I started to feel like Anne; a ship went out from The Heads
For lunch, The Golfer had booked a table at a nearby winery called Jack Rabbit. On the way I had another Anne-type moment or two as we drove passed black faced sheep and not one, but two tractors !! I wasn’t quick enough to take pics, but believe me!
then home to the hustle and bustle, and something very excitingly!