Two Days by the Bay

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

The Failboats and the Haunted Bathroom

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.

Ordinary, every-day stuff, right?

Except there was no-one in the shower at the time. Continue reading

The Cottage under the Powerlines

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.

But on the way back?  Yeah, we followed the sign and found this: Continue reading