The life-changing breakfast moment came when I was standing in line in a café in Point Lonsdale. I was contemplating my own order when the lady in front of me asked for grilled tomatoes with her eggs.
Up until now, my breakfast extras had consisted of smoked salmon, avocado or hash browns. I hadn’t even realised you could add on grilled or fried tomatoes, which are pretty much my favourite thing in the world (at breakfast time, anyway).
So I asked for grilled tomatoes and now that is how my holiday breakfasts will be for the next forever.
Let’s backtrack to a time before that life-changing breakfast; namely to a chilly, rainy, windy Saturday morning in July when I set off to pick up my Failboat friends Emily and Aimee. We’ll be backtracking even further in future blog posts since I have a lot of roadtripping to catch you up on. It turns out the last time I posted about a Failboats adventure was in April of 2016, and if you know anything about me by now, you should suspect that I’ve managed to pack in quite a bit of roadtripping in those two and a half years.
So please join me for the first episode of a lengthy series I’m calling ‘The Roadtrip Diaries’. Continue reading →
It takes us an hour to get to our mechanic. You might think this is crazy and wonder if we’ve considered the benefits of seeking a local mechanic after moving house… but he’s a really good mechanic. He never treats us like idiots who don’t know how to car and he tells the best stories about how he fixed our vehicles when we go to pick them up.
And once, he sent me a text with a photo of my cabin filter because it was literally covered in the A-Z of Interesting Winged Insects That Got Sucked Into My Engine.
So even though we no longer live five minutes away, we keep going back.
This leaves us with a dilemma: do we take two cars and do two return trips? Do we head back home via train, bus and one incredibly vertiginous walk? Does the owner of the car simply spend the day hanging around until the job is done?
If you’ve been around here for a while, you’ll know I love a low-key adventure, so the answer will not come as a surprise: we caught a train and decided to go somewhere. Continue reading →
In my previous post, I mentioned that I have a slightly enormous backlog of photos to share on the blog and that seems like a perfect excuse for a photo post. But which trip to choose? The Winter getaway to Queenscliff? The tour down an old coal mine in Autumn? Perhaps I could go back a little further to the fabulous Great Ocean Road trip of 2016?
As I said: a slightly enormous backlog of photos.
I thought about all of those options for a while and decided to go with something completely different.
The thing is, we’re fortunate to live in a rather beautiful region of the state and I love taking advantage of this fact. With such gorgeousness on tap, it’s easy to head off for a half-hour walk ten minutes from home and still find plenty of things to photograph.
Of course, this may have a lot to do with my compulsion to take photos at all possible times… but I’m pretty sure the fabulous surroundings help.
When I was a kid, my family went on daytrips all the time. We drove to Marysville to see the Autumn leaves and Steavenson Falls. We drove to Mangalore every Easter Sunday to park in a dirt road behind the airport and watch the air show from a distance. We drove up to Toolangi and along the back roads into Healesville of an afternoon, just because.
One of my earliest memories is of being in the back seat of the car with my favourite doll, watching raindrops hit the window as we drove along and feeling like that was exactly where I belonged. Continue reading →
There are many fine traditions in my life, one of which happens to be a tendency to go on a roadtrip at the drop of the hat. Unfortunately, another fine tradition seems to be my incredibly bad habit of waiting weeks before I share photos of the adventures on which I find myself with my exceedingly excellent friends, the Failboats. For example, I happened to be seeking out a blog post about a Failboats trip that occurred during a particular new year.
I found it in my March archives.
Today, however, I am delighted to report that these photos are only three weeks old and I must thus be improving when it comes to sharing my roadtripping photos. That means it’s under a month since I went to Canberra with the Melbourne contingent of the Failboats to commemorate the impending birth of another Failboat’s offspring. (Next time, I’m aiming to have the photographs up within a fortnight. This seems overly optimistic at this stage, but we’ll see.)
Join me as I share photographs with a bonus serve of My Thoughts on Roadtripping.
There’s probably an art to roadtripping and proper ways of doing it, perhaps with an accompanying set of commandments: Thou shalt always have a full thermos before setting off, or, Thou shalt not pack on the morning of thy departure. But when it comes to Failboats and roadtripping (which happens to be one of our favourite pastimes) our approach is to take it as it comes. The most important part is to have a destination and a kitty for expenses; we make up everything else in between.
Before I headed to the bay with the Melbourne Failboats, there was a great convergence of all Failboats in Canberra for the wedding of the Failboat known as Jen. We came from Melbourne, Perth and Sydney and we even granted The Chef with honourary Failboats status for the course of the extra-long weekend.
The Chef and I headed off a day early, stopping over at the parents’ place in Beechworth, which is sort-of the half-way point. By the second day, everyone was on the road, sending updates and speculating on who’d reach Canberra first. Continue reading →
It doesn’t take much to keep the Failboats happy. We once managed to make an entire afternoon’s entertainment out of walking from one end of a pier to another. So when the Melbourne Failboats contingent headed to Rye for an overnight stay a few weeks ago, I shouldn’t have been surprised that we managed to pack roughly one week’s worth of enjoyment into a little over twenty-four hours.
We didn’t even start before dawn, as we have with some of our trips. In fact, once we arrived in Rye, our first order of business was to find ourselves some fish and chips and a beach and combine the two for lunch. Although, come to think of it, our actual first order of business ended up being a search for the key safe at our accommodation, which required a phone call before it could be located. Who knew a small black box could be so difficult to find?
Find it we did, after a thorough tour of the rather slopy grounds around the house itself. We also found ourselves a bedroom each and some glorious views. Aimee had provided us with gorgeous accommodation indeed! We subsequently went on to find some amazing fish and chips, a beach and a whole bunch of seagulls. Continue reading →
I have a post all written up about my adventures in Beechworth but I can’t post it yet because I only took the photos off my camera last night and given that this occurred at around 11pm after Wind Symphony rehearsal and that my alarm was set to go off at 6am for work the next day, I unreasonably decided to call it a night and come back to the photos later. And seriously, how long was that sentence? I kept looking for a spot to interrupt and set down a tactful full-stop but it just didn’t happen.
Anyway, it’s been almost a week since my last post (although this is understandable, given that the Easter long weekend occurred in the middle of it) and I just feel like writing something. Too often, I’ll find something else to do instead of writing a blog post, even though the thing I most want to do is to write a blog post. This is one thing I’ll never understand about myself: for some reason, I always seem to stop myself from doing the things I most desire to do. The conversations in my head go a little like this: Continue reading →
It’s a common occurrence when you go away with friends: you wake up, but you can hear the shower going, so you laze about in bed for a while, or go and make a cuppa, waiting for whoever it is to finish. Finally, you hear the hairdryer going and you know it’ll be your turn soon.
There are certain signs I simply cannot resist. Free Cheese, for example. Oh, how I wish I’d ever seen that sign. I live in hope. Op Shop Open is a particular winner. But one of my favourites would have to be Historic Cottage This Way. It doesn’t even need to be a cottage. An historic anything is pretty awesometastic, in my view, but a cottage is always such a sweet thing.
So when we were driving out to Hurstbridge the other day and I saw a sign beginning with that delightful word Historic, then I knew what we had to do. We had to keep going to Hurstbridge because I was incredibly hungry and needed to find some lunch.