Day 45 Friday at Wye

This was to be our last full day in paradise.

If the house wasn’t on top of this hill. If the hill was less steep. If we were younger. If your granny had nuts.

It was what it was. If anything had have been different it would have been less, a lot less of a brilliant holiday.

Today we had plans made as usual, but todays were different. Our plan was to not have a plan.
We spent the day on the beach. We’d gathered up beachy things from the house, seats etc and sunbathed and read, we found new friends from Ballarat, Graham and his wife. They were down in their caravan at the campsite across the road. He was a keen fisherman, fishing from the beach, the way a lot of people do down here.

The sun’s rays were taking their toll on us. We decided to go for a siesta in mid afternoon. It was good to get in out of the sun, and the wee sleep did wonders for our tired bodies,

We’d nothing in for dinner so we went to a butcher’s shop we’d seen on our travels and got some bbq fare.
The next big decision was to see where we’d go for a beer. We ended up having a couple in the Wye River Hotel, a nice sociable hostelry at the bottom of “our hill”.

Up to the house, barby on, feed the parrots, from my hand, eat drink and was merry.

This was turning into a very stormy evening. Even the birds had cleared off.

Woe is me.
Tomorrow it’s back to Melbourne.

No more Parrots.
No more Koalas.
Saturday at Wye