We got up, probably around 8, had breakfast, and decided to fill in the morning with a small explore around Rathmines and Fishing Point. I went the long way through Kilaben Bay and pointed out the odd thing down there. We kept on to the Christadelphian/bowling club end of Rathmines, and parked there for an explore.
Firstly, we checked out the Catalina memorial. I'd never looked at it before, and so it was very interesting to read the dedications, and to see all the servicemen named as they died, be it on active service, or at any point up to the present. Christian attempted to take a photo of a parrot (a lorikeet, I think) that was sitting in a bottle brush bush, but it was determined to escape the glare of the media.
We then walked downhill to the main foreshore section of Rathmines, passing a cicada on the way. Christian had heard them in California, but it seems he'd never seen one, as he spotted the huge, ugly, black thing and asked in alarm what it was. 50mm photos were taken. On the Rathmines foreshore, Christian was struggling for the lack of sunglasses and hat. We saw two galahs there; strangely, we only saw a couple more during the course of the whole trip. I tried to explain the geography to Christian and we took some photos back towards Coal Point. I pointed out the Westlakes Music Centre.
We went back to the car, and drove in the direction of Fishing Point, and hadn't gone far when a woman and her children were cycling full pelt out of a side street. She spotted us, and proceeded to push the larger of the children off his bike sideways in order to save him from being hit by our car. That was interesting. We continued on up the hill, and I showed Christian Lincoln Close (after being less than sure how to find it after all those years). We kept on out to Fishing Point, glancing over to Coal Point, but not having anywhere to stop to really look. We continuing around the far side of the point, then back to the main road, past the Boot's house, and then back to Coal Point.
There was nothing for it then but to wait for the visitors to arrive, and they duly did, for our Christmas lunch. So we had Dad, Jill, Steve, Emma, Cheryl, Graham, and Christian and me. Dad had prepared potato salad and sliced beef that morning (with help from Jill), and together with the prawns that we'd bought, more from the Boots, ham, salad, and bread baked by Cheryl, we had a lovely meal. Dad wasn't very strong, and needed his oxygen out on the deck, which was worrying, but he did have a few things to eat. Cheryl had made and brought a tasty frozen coconut dessert, which was very good.
After lunch, Christian and I were on prawn head duty, and Christian had the idea of putting the GoPro in the lake to capture the spectacle of the fish attacking the prawns. We tied it to some string, and took it down. There was too much current for it to stay still, and we sat waiting, increasingly forlornly, as nothing happened and no fish appeared. But when we took it back to the house and had a look at the video, there were plenty of small fish.
We farewelled the Boots (after Cheryl had tried to encourage me to get Graham to take us out in his boat), and everyone relaxed. We may have tried again with the GoPro at this point.
Before dinner, Christian and I went for a walk around the point, including Robey Road, and Grant Road, then a bush track (through Threlkeld Reserve) back to Coal Point Road, and a wander through Gurranba Reserve. We met a kookaburra, and some 'punk' pigeons.
I think we had leftovers for dinner, packed for the next day, and had an early night.
Firstly, we checked out the Catalina memorial. I'd never looked at it before, and so it was very interesting to read the dedications, and to see all the servicemen named as they died, be it on active service, or at any point up to the present. Christian attempted to take a photo of a parrot (a lorikeet, I think) that was sitting in a bottle brush bush, but it was determined to escape the glare of the media.
We then walked downhill to the main foreshore section of Rathmines, passing a cicada on the way. Christian had heard them in California, but it seems he'd never seen one, as he spotted the huge, ugly, black thing and asked in alarm what it was. 50mm photos were taken. On the Rathmines foreshore, Christian was struggling for the lack of sunglasses and hat. We saw two galahs there; strangely, we only saw a couple more during the course of the whole trip. I tried to explain the geography to Christian and we took some photos back towards Coal Point. I pointed out the Westlakes Music Centre.
We went back to the car, and drove in the direction of Fishing Point, and hadn't gone far when a woman and her children were cycling full pelt out of a side street. She spotted us, and proceeded to push the larger of the children off his bike sideways in order to save him from being hit by our car. That was interesting. We continued on up the hill, and I showed Christian Lincoln Close (after being less than sure how to find it after all those years). We kept on out to Fishing Point, glancing over to Coal Point, but not having anywhere to stop to really look. We continuing around the far side of the point, then back to the main road, past the Boot's house, and then back to Coal Point.
There was nothing for it then but to wait for the visitors to arrive, and they duly did, for our Christmas lunch. So we had Dad, Jill, Steve, Emma, Cheryl, Graham, and Christian and me. Dad had prepared potato salad and sliced beef that morning (with help from Jill), and together with the prawns that we'd bought, more from the Boots, ham, salad, and bread baked by Cheryl, we had a lovely meal. Dad wasn't very strong, and needed his oxygen out on the deck, which was worrying, but he did have a few things to eat. Cheryl had made and brought a tasty frozen coconut dessert, which was very good.
After lunch, Christian and I were on prawn head duty, and Christian had the idea of putting the GoPro in the lake to capture the spectacle of the fish attacking the prawns. We tied it to some string, and took it down. There was too much current for it to stay still, and we sat waiting, increasingly forlornly, as nothing happened and no fish appeared. But when we took it back to the house and had a look at the video, there were plenty of small fish.
We farewelled the Boots (after Cheryl had tried to encourage me to get Graham to take us out in his boat), and everyone relaxed. We may have tried again with the GoPro at this point.
Before dinner, Christian and I went for a walk around the point, including Robey Road, and Grant Road, then a bush track (through Threlkeld Reserve) back to Coal Point Road, and a wander through Gurranba Reserve. We met a kookaburra, and some 'punk' pigeons.
I think we had leftovers for dinner, packed for the next day, and had an early night.
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