Seven Miles From Sydney and

A thousand miles from care, sounds like Sans Souci, but of course that is on the south side and you can't get there by ferry. A midweek break, we had been planning this for years, talking about Manly of course. Thought we would try The Steyne? Well the view is good, the position is good, I'll leave it there.

Japanese noodle bar, still there.

 

Hemingway's for breakfast.

The sound and the smell of the sea.

The Exhibition

We have all been there, opening night, dressed to the nines, dressed for sex.
The opening night and looking cool, maybe your friend's exhibition, does it really matter?

Not Fade Away

We shall not fade away, we shall blur and become part of the "Are, Bure, Boke".

Port Fairy

It has a reputation of being a rugged and windswept coast and a lot of it is, but Port Fairy is gorgeous, closeted, historic, in a word magical. A port since 1826.

Or as m~ more eloquently put it...

Port Fairy. I was expecting a windswept, cold, eroding village at the end of the Great Ocean Road, but I was bedazzled by a sweet little harbour town with history beckoning at every turn. It didn't hurt that we stayed at the old Merrijig Inn that has been standing amongst the twisted old trees since 1846 even though it had seen rather shabby treatment before being restored as an enticing B&B in 1988. 

The harbour, or port was established in the 1820's before any of the rest of Victoria was settled because there were seals and whales just off the coast. Now it is an inviting, picture-perfect setting for people who have enough time and money to take it easy and reflect on those long gone days of whaling and sealing. 

Wollun

Following in the footsteps of Frederick Ward (Thunderbolt) we passed through Wollun.
I wonder if he shopped here, or more likely he just stuck 'em up, 'your porridge or your life'?