distractions

We haven't made much of a start with packing. Neither of us has much enthusiasm or energy for the task of moving, again. The joy and excitement of moving into our new place has been tempered with the weariness of a difficult twelve months. Instead we have found lots of things to help distract us, like....

Every second Friday morning I join some fellow gardeners at the Community Garden, we potter around tending the communal spaces and also our own individual plots. This time of the year there is usually plenty of produce up for grabs - the morning's bounty included tomatoes, pears, apples, figs, cucumbers and Jerusalem artichokes.

Colin has had his eye on a new board. The old one is pretty dinged up now and he wanted to replace it with a locally made one. He spent a bit of time (actually a lot) at the nearby surf shop and decided on a board made by the local owner. With the sale of the house complete he could afford to make his much awaited purchase.

christening the board at 13th Beach

Our neighbour, along with a few of her awesome mates, decided that swimming from Point Nepean to Point Lonsdale, across the rip and mouth of the bay would be a fun thing to do on a Sunday morning. Support and safety team in place, a few kilometres and a couple of hours later they achieved their goal. The spectators had an anxious moment as mid bay they negotiated a huge tanker heading out to sea. There were joyful celebrations on the beach and a well deserved breakfast at a local cafe to follow. (Colin's iPhone)

A Sunday afternoon walk and a low tide found us on the opposite side of the Barwon River. As we walked closer to the river's edge there was movement and alas a multitude of crabs. It was the stuff of my nightmares, literally. As a child I found myself in a similar predicament and became hysterical, the memory has not faded. I managed to restrain the screaming but stayed well clear of the little critters, the nausea a reminder of my childhood trauma. (Colin's iPhone)