It appears that summer has also made Fatso (our neighbourhood Echidna) more active, visiting our yard and winding up our two hounds, who think it’s an alien attacking the house. The hounds don’t know what to do with this generally slow-moving, spiky, yet rapidly disappearing into the ground creature. I fear more for our hounds than Fatso, but sometimes removing him is a Labour of Hercules, so strongly does Fatso dig in and hold onto the ground. I don’t know how much force can be used before there’s injury (to Fatso), but I don’t dare use too much, as I’ve had the devil’s own time removing Fatso previously. So I left Fatso to his diggings this time and, in the morning, he was gone once again.
On the other side of the wildlife spectrum, all types of flowers are out and about at this time of year, well and truly past the Spring-time frenzy. Some simply burst out for a short period of time, often for just one day, and then they are gone for another year. Such was the case of the unusual Christmas flower that was near our campsite, which burst its pods and made a show for a day or so and then was gone. Other flowers kept popping out blossoms as earlier ones withered away, to keep a show of colour for a brief while at least.
Of course summer is the time of year when all the insects come out in their droves, some quite neat and others extremely annoying. The Australian bushflies and blowflies are probably the worst of the lot, with March flies a good second. On the other hand, dragonflies are probably the most ‘summery’ of insects, especially in the bush, flitting about the riverbanks and occasionally allowing you to get a few shots. Our female hound can spend hours running up and down the river trying to catch these elusive insects, attracted by their sparkling wings. Some of the dragonflies are very colourful, others less so.
Manna-Gum at Broadbeach Is a restaurant almost hidden down a suburban street in Inverloch Victoria. It’s a very popular restaurant, for those in the know, and features excellent Asian style meals rarely found in this neck of the woods and hosts Greg and Sue have a long association with the region, having run restaurants and hotels in the area for many years. We’ve been going to the Manna-Gum for lunch for quite a few years to boot (even when we lived in Melbourne) and always look forward to an opportunity to visit. Each time I’ve tried to sample something different (Thai Prawn Omelette this time) and I’ve never been disappointed with any of the meals. The White Rabbit Dark Ale really hit the spot.
The Inline 4 Café may appear, at first glance, to be out of place in this series; however, as it’s licensed, I reckon that qualifies it for the series as much as any other establishment. The Inline 4 Café revolves around a motorcycle sports theme and has, in its short time of operation, managed to generate an enormous amount of interest, locally and further afield. Despite the fact that the café only opened fairly recently, it has become an almost mandatory stop for those on day trips to the area and it’s especially popular with motorcycle riders, for obvious reasons. On weekends when the weather is kind, it’s very busy, but even on weekdays it has a constant procession of customers stopping for great food and coffee.
The Grand Ridge Brewery bar itself isn’t overly large compared to some, but there’s certainly no difficulty in getting a great beer even at the busiest of times and, believe me, it can get very busy. The Grand Ridge Brewery at Mirboo North is a well recognised and highly awarded brewery, receiving rave reviews for its craft beers, about which you can read more on their website. The staff are clearly used to the frenetic pace of peak hour and luckily this day we ventured in early, just before the tourist lunch crowds started to filter in. Being one of the first really fine days towards the end of winter, with more good days predicted, the crowds will undoubtedly increase.
Sometimes when you’re out and about, with camera in hand, you really don’t seem to be able to find anything to photograph, even though there may be a myriad of things in view. I had an urge to photograph something, anything, as we were all cooped up in a shed, sheltering from some hideous cold and wet weather that had descended upon us while camping on the Melbourne Cup long weekend.
While rummaging around in my photo folders recently (that’s the computer type of folder), I came across several photographs that I’ve taken inside pubs/bars over the years while out to dinner or the like. I’ve never used them for any specific purpose and have probably taken the shots because they looked neat or whatever at the time. But on pondering these photographs, I thought that it wouldn’t be a such a bad idea to create a post on bars, considering that pubs/bars are a somewhat iconic part of life in Australia. It’s a pity that I hadn’t thought about taking photos of these before, as there have been some really interesting pubs visited over the years, but I guess it’s never too late to start anything and this time it will be slightly more focussed (photography pun intended). I’ve taken more photos of the outside of pubs than the inside, so that needs to be addressed.
Spring in Gippsland is a pretty glorious time as the Garden State awakens from its winter slumber and the first rays of the warm spring sunlight brings out the summer attire, the monthly Mirboo North Market is actually rain free and the main street rumbles to the sounds of motorcycles on day trips from Melbourne. And, as the daffodils send out their first flowers at Mossvale Park and Wattlebirds begin nesting, you know that spring is just around the corner.
Christmas means many different things to many different people and, of course, not everyone celebrates Christmas. Also for many, Christmas isn’t so much a religious thing, but more an excuse or obligation for family and whatever to get together; it can be a blessing or a curse. For us, Christmas has, for many years, been a reason to go going camping in the bush; getting away from the mad, mad, world at perhaps the maddest time of year. We’ve tended to do the family thing a week or more before Christmas Day, so that we can be in the bush well before the post-festive crowds start to dribble in looking for campsites. It also usually means some very relaxing days with friends, both pre and post-Christmas, as they too come in after carrying out their own obligations.