Road Trip

Although this is out of chronological order, its theme complements the previous items.

Back in November Dad and I promised ourselves a break from Ocean Grove. So, as a prelude to our proposed Cornwall pilgrimage, we set off on a road trip through northern Victoria, spending a couple of days each with various family members. We stayed firstly with Uncle Jack and Aunty Dot in Bendigo. We did some nostalgic wandering around the areas of town where we had been brought up, seeing a lot that had changed and a lot that had remained the same, like the Shamrock Hotel on Pall mall.

We then headed north to Kerang along that flat, straight road on which we had travelled innumerable times in the distant past on our way to the farm at Koraleigh. We had a very pleasant dinner (including wine!) at the Royal Hotel with cousin Lindsay and Diane. Their house backs onto extensive wetlands, through which Dad and I would take our early morning constitutional surrounded by a wonderful variety of native water birds. Lindsay and Diane are in the throes of selling their practice and property to take on a somewhat contrasting lifestyle working on a hospital ship off Madagascar.

On to Swan Hill where we caught up with Aunty Joy, who appeared very pleased to see us. We enjoyed a wonderful lunch at Spoons Riverside restaurant on the banks of the Little Murray together with cousin Jan and Colin.

Heading south, we of course stopped off at Lake Boga to visit the Catalina Museum. I had heard a lot about it but hitherto had not the chance to visit. Dad noticed a number of additional items on display from the last time he had been there, including several copies of his wartime memoirs. He was a little pensive, perhaps half remembering a long distant part of his life and I think, marvelling at the simple fact that both he and the Catalina were still here.

Then across the flat northern Victorian flood plains via the Murray Valley Highway to Shepparton for lunch with Dad’s cousin Bruce and Heather. We were serenaded by sulphur-crested cockatoos whilst enjoying another delightful lunch on the verandah of their lovely homestead overlooking the Goulburn River.

We then spent a couple of days staying with brother Ross and Chrissy at their delightful property outside Benalla. Below is a photo of what is effectively their front garden, replete with noisy native birds and occasional raucous, grunting koalas.

Part of Ross’ retirement plan involves the designing and building of rustic outdoor furniture from recycled and unprocessed native timbers. Whilst essentially utilitarian, these are also works of art in themselves. Ross and Margot are shown here relaxing on a cunning combination of recycled red gum bridge timbers and fence palings which now serves as the spectator stands for what is believed to be Australia’s biggest boules rink, which in the off season doubles as an arena for Chrissy’s horse training.

We joined Ross on his daily constitutional walking the dogs to the end of Emu Bridge Road and back. The limpid late afternoon light painted the countryside almost poetically. Well, it made it easy to take a couple of nice photos.

On our last evening, Dad and I gatecrashed the Emu Bridge Road residents Christmas party, a popular annual drinks event held in the early evening shadows of the eponymous bridge.

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