We were up at 8am again and tried to arrange for kayaking in Port Stephens that afternoon, but when we rang the hire shop they said that the wind was too strong. We had an easy morning, as Roy the cleaner was there, and Jill wanted to go off to the hospital, so we stayed until he'd finished. He's a sweetie. We arranged to be at the hospital at 12pm when Jill went off to Garden City. We fitted in a quick visit to the lake and the surf ski before heading off (which made us slightly late). Dad was in Lake Macquarie Private in Gateshead now, and so Christian navigated while I drove. It was easy enough to find. Again, he was looking very pale and small, and relying heavily on oxygen. He'd had the lung drained under a local anaesthetic, which sounded scary to me, and he'd been pretty terrified too, but he hadn't felt a thing. He still wasn't eating, mostly because he hadn't eaten for weeks, and the food that the hospital were bringing him were not palatable to someone who needed to start gently. The packet soups that Jill had bought were deemed not to have any protein in them. OK, but at least they're something.
We didn't really have any plans for the rest of the day, and Dad suggested we head into the honeysuckle area, so I thought we could add Stockton to that. We said goodbye, and drove into Newcastle, parking behind the honeysuckle restaurants. We wandered for a little while and chose a nice and cheap cafe to eat on the wharf. I had prawn and calamari pasta, and Christian had a chicken schnitzel sandwich.
Our parking was due to run out, so we decided to drive up to Nobby's to leave the car (where parking is free), and walk back to Queen's Wharf to get the ferry across to Stockton. So that's what we did. The ferry is still cheap. We walked out onto the breakwall to look at the shipwrecks, ships, and crows, and then went onto the beach for a while. I didn't fancy swimming, but Christian went in (I took photos).
After a while, we headed back to the ferry, just making the one we could see. I was hot and tired by now, and the walk back to the car was difficult. We fancied ice cream (nothing new there), and I decided that stopping in Beaumont Street would be a good plan, as it was the only place in Newcastle I could find proper gelato. We got a park, and I realised that the shop had gone. So we walked back up the street and found a Cold Rock. I got white chocolate and cherry ripe, and Christian got passionfruit and bounty. It was nice, but not amazing, and overpriced. Never mind.
We drove home, and as I was feeling rough, I went to bed. Christian woke me up at about 8.30 as we had to eat. I was incredibly groggy and tired for about 45 minutes. Christian cooked us crumbed fish and salad. I ate it and felt a little better. Christian thought I probably had sunstroke, but apart from a slightly burnt back, I didn't seem to have symptoms. Not sure what it was but I felt quite bad. I think we went to bed soon after dinner.
We didn't really have any plans for the rest of the day, and Dad suggested we head into the honeysuckle area, so I thought we could add Stockton to that. We said goodbye, and drove into Newcastle, parking behind the honeysuckle restaurants. We wandered for a little while and chose a nice and cheap cafe to eat on the wharf. I had prawn and calamari pasta, and Christian had a chicken schnitzel sandwich.
Our parking was due to run out, so we decided to drive up to Nobby's to leave the car (where parking is free), and walk back to Queen's Wharf to get the ferry across to Stockton. So that's what we did. The ferry is still cheap. We walked out onto the breakwall to look at the shipwrecks, ships, and crows, and then went onto the beach for a while. I didn't fancy swimming, but Christian went in (I took photos).
After a while, we headed back to the ferry, just making the one we could see. I was hot and tired by now, and the walk back to the car was difficult. We fancied ice cream (nothing new there), and I decided that stopping in Beaumont Street would be a good plan, as it was the only place in Newcastle I could find proper gelato. We got a park, and I realised that the shop had gone. So we walked back up the street and found a Cold Rock. I got white chocolate and cherry ripe, and Christian got passionfruit and bounty. It was nice, but not amazing, and overpriced. Never mind.
We drove home, and as I was feeling rough, I went to bed. Christian woke me up at about 8.30 as we had to eat. I was incredibly groggy and tired for about 45 minutes. Christian cooked us crumbed fish and salad. I ate it and felt a little better. Christian thought I probably had sunstroke, but apart from a slightly burnt back, I didn't seem to have symptoms. Not sure what it was but I felt quite bad. I think we went to bed soon after dinner.
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