Mussels on the peninsula.

Day 5
Or Mussels on the Peninsula.

We had a long drive in front of Trev. Over 90 minutes in fact with the sun glaring and the A/c earning its crust.

We were going to a shindig that celebrates the beautiful Aussie Blue Mussels, down on the peninsula at Port Arlington. This place would remind you very much of the wee town featured in Jaws.

It was busy, with a lot of city folk making the trip to join friends and relatives. Stalls selling mussels cooked in different ways, hotdogs and all the usual sort of stuff you see at these events.

We had a walk along the pier. That’s the second pier we’ve done, do you think we might get a Pierage out of it? Uneventful, except for the joy of people watching.

A drive through the country brought us to our next stop.
Queenscliffe. A lovely wee town built on the back of diggers and land owners that had made shed loads of cash at the turn of the 20th century.

Some georgeous old hotels, and the one we visited had a roof garden. We climbed the stairs, all three million of them to find ourselves in the beer garden (ish) with 360° views. A really lovely place to visit, if not to live in, in your retirement dearie.

The road home was long, even though most of it was freeway.

My wee head was like that Churchill the nodding dog. It’s very tiring being tired.

By the time we got home, the sun and drudgery of a long drive had taken its toll.

Yep, Trev was knackered. We let him go to bed early, but not after we had had a tasty wee Thai carryout.

A short one today dearies because it’s eating into valuable time doing these blog things, so let me bore you with some snaps.

Remember, it's still January!