Some Like it Hot

Top Spa 42 degrees with magnificent views

Some like it hot, and some sweat when the heat is on
Some feel the heat and decide that they can't go on
Some like it hot, but you can't tell how hot till you try
Some like it hot, so let's turn up the heat till we fry.
Robert Palmer






What a treat
What a day
The day before Mothers' Day
Down the Eastlink
Not that far
Out of the city
To the Peninsula Spa.

Thank you Pamela for a beautiful day!



Natural Springs, full of minerals, bubble out of the soil.
We soaked in varying temperature pools and wandered around the beautiful setting. 

Worth the drive down to the Mornington Peninsula.

Phew, getting hot here.

I wonder what everyone else is doing?

Day Trip to Bangor

A beautiful day, an autumn day, the day we went to Kyneton.

Didn't we have a lovely time
 the day we went to Bangor.
A beautiful day, we had lunch on the way        
and all for under a pound you know.
But on the way back I cuddled with Jack
 and we opened a bottle of cider.
Singing a few of our favourite songs
 as the wheels went round.

Fiddlers Dram

On top of the rock

             



Suburbia fades
Nature's palette adorns Her canvas
Her studio crisp and clear.
Your steps echo
Up, up, up Hanging Rock
Below, farms decorate 
Silent at distance.
Flocks in formation escape
First smoke plumes 
Victoria yawns and stretches
Reconciled to winter slumber.





Trentham
Coffee shops
Quaint, quirky, quintessential

Old Railway

 Wafting aromas
 Warming senses.



 Maldon
Remnants of golden days
Restored  
Promenade down Main street
Wide verandahs
Olde shoppe, opp shop
Ladies chatter
Selling old lace.












                                                                   

Bendigo
Busy city
Beautiful buildings
Botanical gardens
Bustling trams

War memorial at Mt Macedon

Bloody parking metres
Buy coffee
Bye for now
Be back soon.



                          




                                                         Anzac Day 
                        
                                                     Lest We Forget

Thanks to Max for allowing us to enjoy your Time Share in the bush at Kyneton. The early morning swims before breakfast in the heated pool and, even better, the hot 39 degree spa, were treats...not to mention the early morning song from our feathered friends and the company of kangaroos.

Kyneton...a town of childhood memories for Bill.

An area only an hour out of Melbourne but offering a feast of activities and attractions.

Boondocks

Leaving Melbourne from Station Pier

I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I come from
I was born and raised in the boondocks.
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks.

Little Big Town

Out of the car
On to the bike
Set off to explore Melbourne town.
Peak hour gone
Hit the track
Obliterate what weighs you down.

Watching Williamstown from Princes Pier

Sun on your shoulders
Wind in your face
Follow the bay to the docks.
Cruise ships wait
No bustling trade
Offload disparaging flummox.

Remember the past
When migrants came
Disembarking at Princes Pier.
It's changed now
The planks have gone
Sit down, have a coffee or beer.

Fishermen sit
Not caring to catch
Just talking and doing nothing.
It's how we should be
For a part of each day
Free yourself from the pushing and shoving.
   Shirley.

From Princes Pier to Station Pier

Up Up and away down south

Those magnificent men in their flying machines

Take off Darryn

They go up tiddly up up
They go down tiddly down down.
They enchant all the ladies and steal all the scenes
With their up tiddly up up
And their down tiddly down down.
Up, down, flying around,
Looping the loop and defying the ground.
They're all frightfully keen,
Those magnificent men in their flying machines.





(And with apologies to Banjo Patterson, I write the following)

Twas Lanky Darryn from Townsville
That caught the flying craze
He turned away the 4WD that served him many days.
He dressed himself in fancy helmet, resplendent to be seen
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine.
And as he coaxed it down the runway, with air of lordly pride,
 Lynne rolled her eyes and shook her head and took it in her stride.
'See here, ye all,' said lanky Darryn,  'From Uluru to the sea,
From Cable Beach to Sydney town, there's none can fly like me.'

So... South East of the continent,
Near the most southerly mainland point,
You'll find hills and valleys all lush and green
That will never disappoint.
Travel down to Gippsland,
The south, to be precise,
Meander through Strezlecki Hills
Where beaches will entice.
And so it was that lanky Darryn found his way to Inverloch.
Up, up away into the clouds
Loop the loop around the clock.......weeeeeeee!

Wind generators near Wonthaggi

Inverloch on Anderson Inlet

Exploring South Gippsland....Coronet Bay, Bear Gully, Port Welshpool

Bear Gully

Picnic near Toora

Children fishing at Welshpool

and fog in the Strezlecki Hills on the way to Korumburra

Van Gogh would have painted this

While down that way
Cross the bridge
At the village of San Remo.
Step ashore on Philip Island
Where fairy penguins go.
Seals galore laze on rocks
As wild seas pound the shore
Koalas doze high in the gums
And Grand Prix motors roar.

Then head slight north back into the hills
Discover hidden treasures abound.
Wineries, cafes and antique shops
Where amazing surprises are found.
You may find the track that leads you direct
To the gate of Jim's hidden farm.
We visited one day and the cows said, "G'day"
Yes, South Gippsland is full of charm.

Pamela leading the herd

View from farmhouse

Pamela with Uncle Jim