My original plan was to take my friend there, have lunch with them and then go back home, where I had a mound of work waiting for me, but it was so beautiful I allowed myself to be talked into a walk. A long walk. And then dinner.
We walked around the salt water inlet — Swan Bay and saw pelicans, black swans, seagulls and oystercatchers
I didn't take a photo of the front, with Thomas's face, and I missed the Fat Controller, but here's the little train choofing past us, with a bunch of happy kids on board.
We took the dog, too.
After Swan Bay we cut across (Queenscliff is a kind of small promontory) and got our first glimpse of the ocean.
On the way we saw a beautiful Eastern Rosella sitting in a bottle brush tree. Isn't he a handsome fellow?
We wandered back along the ocean beach, picking up shells and the occasional bit of sea-glass (for my jewellery) and admiring the contents of the rock-pools. Here are baby mussels growing in colonies around the edge of a rock pool — they're only visible for a few hours of the day.
It was so refreshing and cleansing to be on the beach in the sun.
We rounded the point, one of the heads of Port Phillip Bay, where there is an old fort built on top of and into the rocky outcrop. I loved the sea-worn rocks.
And the seaweed didn't stop this little girl from creating a fabulous sand castle.
It was only an afternoon, really, but when I drove home last night I felt as though I'd had a little holiday.