The whole family went on a little road trip at the beginning of December. We all met in Ballarat, the Tasmanian contingent having made the Bass Strait ferry trip the night before. Before we went to there we spent the morning in beautiful Daylesford. The area between Daylesford and Ballarat is where my ancestors, my dad’s family arrived in the 1860s from Yorkshire. It was the time of the goldrush, I’m not sure if they came to find their fortune or just to start a new life. It is a part of Victoria that I have always loved even before I knew of any family connection.
We then headed down to Apollo Bay stopping at Colac in the wind and rain for some lunch. Apollo Bay has sweet memories for us as it was a favourite haunt when we were young and newly in love. It is still very beautiful but overwhelmed at times by the tourist busloads of people who arrive day in, day out. Even more so was the part of the coast between Apollo Bay and beautiful and thankfully quiet Port Campbell. The coastline is spectacular of course and they are doing what they can to control the amount of damage done by so many, many visitors.
Our last two nights were spent in Melbourne. We stayed in North Carlton and completely avoided having to go into the city. We caught up with Melbourne family and explored the inner suburbs.
It was so nice to all be together, we will miss Louis at Christmas time of course but at least we had our road trip to enjoy each others company.
I have done nothing towards Christmas I have to say. Not a single present has been bought, no baking has been done.
Best get cracking I guess.