And goorrrrr...what a great road.
Leaving the hustle and bustle of the city and past the city commonly known as G-town (Geelong) theres a beautiful road which is frequented by many a Melbournite and a tourist or two.
Mr TC and I set off on a b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l friday evening...top down (the car, not me) to go meet the Senior Tulips at a lovely little place called Lorne. It took about an hour and a half from G.town (I had already driven an hour and a half from home to do a days work there) Sea on one side, greenery on the other. We even saw this amazing house - Kevin Mc Cloud would be sad he missed the building of this...
Its called The Pole House and you can actually rent it for a tremendous overnight stay - how amazing would that be. It says on the above website that its the most photographed house on the GOR - and I can well believe it as it is just such an amazing sight.
This is where we were staying.... thats our room above the driver
seats - not quite the same view as the pole house...but able to move
from place to place - you cant say that about the pole house now can you!?
(sorry about the spaces between the lines - occasionally my blog type goes weird.)
Just along from the campsite was the beach...
But we didnt get as far as the beach, I just liked this short walk and taking picturres. I was also a little concerned about the mozzies and their love of my body.
The next day we set off along the coast some more - stopping off at Apollo Bay (beautiful) then to the Apostles (there was 12 but ow there might be 7 or 8 - see top picture) they were very striking - standing up in the sea like they were protecting the coast, but eventually the sea wins the battle and knocks them down. Scary to think the coastlines all over the world are eroding. I'l move on quick smart, not a nice topic.
BELLS BEACH MAN!
on the way home we had a quick stop off at the iconic surfers spot. Its even mentioned on the famous film with Patrick Swazey (God rest his soul) 'Point Break' in the film Patric goes to 'bells beach' for a supposed once every 50 year amazing 'Swell' (get me!!) but as it turns out - its not Bells beach - even though they say it is. You can tell because on the film there are pine trees in the background, and there aint no pine trees on the GOR. Nice to get a mention though.
Also on the way home I saw a pretty appropriate redgo for me (I must tell you - Im slowly becoming Australian - 'redgo' pops out my luscious lips all too easily!) Its an odd feeling moving to a country that is not your own. I grew up in a small town, I knew most people, Bloody Lovely was born there, Bloody Lovely's Bloody Lovely moved there in the 1930's, I felt like 10 men walking down the highstreet after a night in Hooters (our local pub - ideal location to meet friends and dance on the tables). I felt kinda invinsible, infact one night I was getting a bit of jip from a so-called local who, on finding out I was Mrs Paul's grand-daughter from the sweetshop backed off instantly- he then couldnt do enough for me. Now, dont get me wrong, its not the power I miss or crave - its the feeling that I belonged. I was there first, I know stuff. Here, Im a newie, I dont know anything or anyone, I stick out like a sore thumb and will always stick out like a sore thumb. I wont know where my future kids are going, I wont know where their hideouts will be - I wont know which 'Hooters' equivalent there will be.
I think I need to get over myself and embrace the fact that Im different. As Bloody lovely always said - 'Its nice to be different'.
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