We disappeared down (up?) the coast for a few days this week, headed to Lakes Entrance for three nights. After being 30something degrees on Sunday the weather was not quite so warm, in fact it rained off and on Tuesday and the whole way home yesterday but that didn’t stop us enjoying a bit of time away!
We stayed in a very 50’s holiday flat, full of very kitch 70’s style furniture and fittings. Lots of plastic flowers and automatic air freshener do-hickies and the girls thought it was IT and a BIT! They ran around when we got there getting terribly excited over the smallest details.
“Look Mamma, there is a kitchen, with an oven for you…. and a couch, and a television and bunk beds and looooook! MAMA! The toilet water is blue!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Yes there was blue toilet water (Why you need to colour your toilet water blue I will never know?) and despite some doozey arguments about who got to sleep on the top bunk (Izzy the first night, then she chose to let Zoe have a turn and to sleep with Daddy… lucky Daddy!) the flat was perfect!
Tuesday we headed out to Buchan Caves, figuring that it wouldn’t matter if it was sprinkling with rain if we were under ground. We did the tour of the ‘fairy cave’ and although the girls did a LOT of whining on the tour about having to walk and about not seeing any actual fairies, they also let their imaginations run wild and in the end Izzy was SURE that was where Tinkerbell lived because she saw green sparkly bits everywhere! After the cave tour we had picnic lunch and they kicked their new balls around the grass in the rain and collected some rocks from the dry creek bed while I fed the hungry monster. Then we took a nice afternoon drive across to Metung while all three children slept… bliss! Still raining a little at Metung we wandered around collecting feathers and looking at the swans.
Wednesday was the Baldy Boy’s birthday. The day was gorgeous and sunny so we headed out to buy the girls new hats (which will become important in the story later) and a fishing license and then to a little pier so we could try out hand at fishing. The day before some very nice fishermen had given the girls a really live scallop each, still in their shells off the fishing boat.. the girls had only wanted the shells but Baldy Boy cleaned them up and kept the scallops to use for bait. It seems lots of little fish enjoyed the scallop bait but they just nibbled off around the hook with none committing suicide so the girls could experience the joys of actually catching something. Thankfully they didn’t care and I am kind of glad as it mean I didn’t have to clean and cook fish!
After a lunch of fresh cooked prawns we headed down to the bit of 90 mile beach just near the flat for the afternoon. Gorgeous blue sky, HUGE expanse of sand and beautiful blue green ocean with huge waves crashing into the beach! The girls immediately ditched their shoes and began chasing waves. Within five minutes Izzy was soaked, head to toe!
The wind had caught her new Dora Hat (yes I bought bloody Dora hats as there wasn’t much else to choose from!) and blown it into the water – she’d run in to get it and been knocked on her bum by a wave! She was sooooooo so so upset, not about being dunked, or about getting wet, but about loosing her Dora hat! The Baldy Boy chased it down the beach as the waves washed it in but he wasn’t able to get it (well he would have if he’d have just jumped in fully clothed!) and it sunk never to be seen again. Izzy thinks that it will wash up somewhere, someone will find it and send it back to her…. it remains to be seen if that will actually happen though….
A change of clothes and a bit of reassurance and Izzy was back in action. The girls and the Baldy Boy collected shells, chased more waves and built a HUGE sand castle. Of course the Baldy boy got carried away and on seeing the tide was on it’s way in decided to dig a moat and defensive walls and a kind of bunker and see if the three of them could sit behind it and be safe from the waves. It was disaster waiting to happen, but it took a while for the waves to come in far enough to catch them all by surprise and totally swamp the three of them sitting in their bunker! Muski (asleep in the sling the whole time we were at the beach) and I watched from a safe distance, the only dry ones, and I laughed!
That night we took the Baldy Boy out for birthday dinner to a really nice restaurant with a bit of a Greek flair. The girls and I had delicious flat head tails while the Baldy Boy went all out and have a HUGE Greek fisherman’s platter. Then we shared sticky date pudding for dessert… it was all delish! The restaurant owner and chef turned out to be a mother of four year old triplets so we had a bit of a chat about how nuts out lives were and a good giggle. It was a really great meal, in a really nice place, run by a really nice person.. if you ever go to Lake Entrance you should definitely go there!
Yesterday we packed up and drove home in the rain. It wasn’t a long holiday nor did we do anything too exciting but gee it was nice to get away. Muski slept like a legend while we were there… 5 and 6 hour stretches!?!?! No idea why he does that anywhere but at home, but I wasn’t complaining! Despite me leaving the Baldy Boy’s very cool birthday present at home, I think he had a nice birthday too!
It’s all downhill to the girl’s birthday now.. and then Christmas… eeek!
Looks like a great little get away:)
oh no a lost dora hat!! :) sounds like a great get away to me. muski sleeping longer elsewhere is a weird one hey!?
Looks like you had a fab time! I love small getaways like that!
Sounds like a lovely getaway! But, one question…how does a mother of triplets find the time to run a restaurant? I must be doing something horribly wrong. *cry*!!