Hey there. After travelling a full three hours to pick up my computer I am back. It was just too difficult to blog from my phone. Happy new Year.
The three hours brought me to a picturesque seaside town in Victoria called Port Fairy where I am camping for a week with my family. Not sure, but I believe it once may have been known as Belfast because there are old signs on very, very old – by Australian standards anyhow – buildings which are built in the Georgian style, with ‘Belfast’ on them. Note: just checked good old Wiki and sure enough, between the 1840’s and 1850’s Port Fairy was renamed Belfast because of some solicitor dude with some pull, whose home town was Belfast, The houses have tiny, multi-paned windows, quaint decorative doorways and heavy, thick walls made from local stone.
It is an extremely pretty town attracting fishermen and sailors and families.
Gorgeous frolicking seal.
This morning I woke up with the birds and to a very awful silhouette. One I always dread. It was nestled between my tent fly and the inner tent shell.
This, my readers, is one of the few times you really need a man – or a can of Mortein. I am going to the supermarket as soon as it opens! Thanks dad.
We are looking forward to exploring the galleries and shops a bit later even though it is going to hit 40 degrees Celsius. It is too hot for the beach today. Way too hot.