Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Apologies everyone but I've once again donned the travel kaftan and Madam has picked up the guitar of transition.
We've been away again and this report could take some time.
Oz for Easter,
Dress Code: Sports Casual
and a land where they put salt and vinegar crisps in a pink packet
which seems the work of a troublemaker and causes a cove to assume the status of "buyer beware"
Ethiad bumped us down gently in Tullamarine at 5.00 am on a Saturday morning where we received word from the carefully booked taxi that he would be with us in twenty four hours, as I had apparently made a mistake regarding dates. Sixty five bucks (yes, they call money bucks) to a man in yellow taxi got us to our billet in Southbank a twenty minute walk from most things including William's flat in South Yarra.
And at this point can I address what is one of the last medical taboos.
ME and Mumps get all the heat when it comes to debilitating conditions, but why are there no support groups or treatment centres for Jetlag?
We'd been advised to push on through the first day and try to eat and sleep at normal local time.
Madam's clever watch recorded twenty four thousand steps during our opening skirmishes in Melbourne but I can only remember half of them so dazed was my state.
We ate in the evening with William and his mates and when I sat down in our apartment with a postprandial glass of grog an hour later my head fell off my shoulders and wine went all over the floor, I then fell asleep cleaning my teeth.
Each team enters the field to a team song plucked from an episode of It ain't half hot mum or possibly Monty Python
The G wasn't quite full but a few shy of 75,000 enjoyed an exciting game that ended 118 - 117 to The Hawks.
From the wonderfully whacky, through the Ming and the Qing to the European stuff from many ages, it is very well done. Sprinkled with blockbusters, cleverly mingled rather than put on a stage with fanfare and lights, it is remarkably unstuffy.
The taxi cleverly booked to take us to Tullamarien airport had arrived twenty four hours early so another booking was made and with the Freeway being dug up we were the last people to check in for the hour long flight to Syders.
A bit different to the response a fallen branch in Bransbury receives.
It was clever stuff with much smoke and mirrors with the odd light thrown in and might be something we should think about incorporating on the River Dever.
Madam's day was capped by the blue board being invoked to perform a rescue in some waves that are bit bigger in real life than on the TV. We identified backpacker's rip and walked around to Tamaramarama beach for lunch before heading back into central city to catch a train to the airport and a flight back to Melbourne.
Back in Melbourne we gave up on the taxi service and hired a car for five days.
but calling Invertebrates Minibeasts?
Back in the car to join the hoards from downtown Melbourne who spend the weekend on the peninsula for an hour and a half drive up the freeway.
Madam got to go on the photocopier and I got to send a fax.
It's a spectacular drive with the road hugging the coast for fifty miles or more. There were many surfers and also the remnants of a Rip curl event with stands and marquees clinging to the cliffs in order to take in the world class froth, carve and bings (contemporary surf parlance I believe) in the surf below.
Lunch by the sea at Lorn, or was it Larn?
The walk to Crayfish bay calmed Madam's fitbit following a prolonged period of chauffer service. Pitching up on the sands we had the place pretty much to ourselves. There were many interesting things in among the rocks including some micro mussels and funny starfish, some very big waves and it is a place that we will remember for a long time.
Back on the road past a kangaroo who had clearly been a member of the Tufty Club and was making preparations to carefully cross the road, to drive back up the Great Ocean Road (and it is great) pausing briefly for lunch at a craft beer place (they're big on "craft" beer in these parts) to Melbourne.
It's a tremendous city to visit.
It would be interesting to return in ten years time to see how the rapid expansion that is currently underway has progressed.
Fourteen hours on a plane got us to Abu Dhabi where we spent two hours before a seven hour flight back to Blighty. Two hours into phase two of our journey as we were passing over the Middle East, we received word that Donald, Makro and May,finest purveyors of arms and ordnance, had set off a few missiles in the immediate vicinity and could we head east for a bit, which added a certain frisson to the flying experience.
Touchdown complete we gave battle with the hopelessness that is the M25 and the marginally better M3 before arriving home and forming a pioneering support group for victims of Jetlag.
Thank you very much to the support group who filled in at home while we were away.
I seem to have gone on a bit, further river guff to follow.
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Before any claim is made that the genius switch has been flicked following the proposal to introduce a deposit scheme for recyclable bottles.
Half of Europe has implemented such schemes for many years and not just the Teutons, Goths and Visigoths who happen to have a particularly efficient way with a supermarket crate of beer.
Finish a bottle of water on the beach and somebody will soon be along to collect the empties.
It's a tremendous idea, perhaps this cove Gove is warming to Europe after all.
I could now attend to proposed punitive charges for filling in forms to be perused by somebody in fine fleece and cutting edge outdoor trousers at the Environment Agency, but will refrain as a long weekend is approaching and I'm informed that a vein bulging on the side of your head is not a good look and we shall be in company so several deep breaths and Happy Easter everyone.